Shadows over Cauróst

[Mestvin 947]

Spoiler

 

 

Hear now the whispers, the wail in the night,
A shadow approaches, devoid of all light.
From the distant dark hills, where silence has grown,
An army of death stirs, its hunger well known.

 

Through the forest, across the plains,
They march without halt, through sun or rain.
Their voices silent, their hunger loud,
A tide of death, a shroud, a cloud.

 

 

Steel your hearts, prepare your bow,
The horde arrives, and none shall know
The toll it takes when all is lost,
Caurost, beware the undead’s cost.