Overseer of the marsh

The Overseer of the marsh
Viewing over battles past
The Overseer of the north
Guiding kinsmen marching forth
The Overseer of the moor
Wizard of the land of war
The Overseer of Sorlagk
Will you accept your task

Land of war!
Sorlagk

He sees the dawn
Sunrise over rotten land
He watches the mirror like pools
Of the rotten swamp
A land of rotting armies
Thwarted long ago
The place where time will die
Forseen is the warriors path

Though long ago
The wretch was thrown
Outcast by the ancients
And cursed by the tongue

A name in vain
whispered by few
Forbidden words of mystery

Banished to the misty marsh
The moor carpeted in suffocating vapour
The breath of the dead armies
Choke those unwelcome

And here he remained
Acquiring the mystics and wisdom
So forbidding yet to save his kin
He looked into the waters and saw

A grey blanket lies to the south
Threatening all that exsists
He who wails has unmade once
And will unmake again

Three will rise from three corners
Weaknesses many and fate is masked
While inner strength is veiled
Hidden from the one who knoes all

This is what the moor speaks
This is what the pool proclaims
This is what the swamp foresees
And the old man waits on the rotting earth

Long are the nights
In epileptic fits of profecy
The story unfolds

Episodes of calling
Chrystal clear is the purpose
Internodes of falling
Clouded is the path

I proclaim the fire speads north
I proclaim take heed of nightmares
I proclaim the wailing speaks to our children
I proclaim the age of vengence is now
I proclaim this force must be stopped
I proclaim the 3

And I am one.