Cyan lingering flames warm these lands
Once guarded by Silvery Spirits
Ancient, arcane
They granted salvation to the men
Protecting them from the woods
Where winds are silent and streams whisper
Now dark arises and beasts shiver
Blasphemous eyes crawl towards the village
Craving lives, feeding on fears
Poor are the souls of those who were abandoned by the Silvery Spirits
Ancient, arcane.