Harken, o'kinsmen what I have to tell

The marsh realm is suffering from sinister spell

Come gather around the ember so bright

And listen to what has happened that night

Unknown paths to areas unseen

Surrounded by twilight, at heart kind of keen

Through tendrils like claws I made my way

Deities besides me tempting to stray

As I roamed through these woods of old

I felt there was something grim to unfold...

Forlorn mortal now listen to my vow

An oath I swear as thy oldest foe

Just before the next full moon rise

We'll celebrate thy tribe's demise

For too long we've avoided a war

But now we'll start it with barbaric roar

Fear the fall of the forthcoming night

Its end will be thy end alike!

O' powerful seer grant me thy charm

The rage of a bear that no one could…