The winding path Groves and hills Lands beyond the borders of men Finding lost relics and timeworn tombs A road, a quest, a journey through storms Many trials ahead, into the unknown Tests of magick, steel and strength Adventure awaits Passage across the strait of storms To the castle on the rock of Orn Seas ravaged by winds and tempest Lightning, blizzards, and thunder Crack the vault of the sky The firmament in chaos Empyrean bewitched Celestial cascade White and grey, the gale descends The winding path Seas and hail Lands uncharted, perilous trails Battling cold bursts and blades of ice Sailing onward, a journey through storms Freezing moonlight through the flurry Sorcery in the air Ancient magick entangled in element An impassable tide The hand of destiny beckoning forth Through words spoken, a beacon appears I weather the storms Through will and spirit Fear will not take me I am the waves, I am the storm A light through the clouds cuts the night From staff in power expels, darkmoon chaos A causeway towards the isle The white and bleak haven Out on the sea, on the shore I weather the storms This clandestine adversary With only my strength and my mind I am the wind, I am the storm