A cruel wind is howling my name. the ceaseless gale, it follows me. I enter now, lead inside. The sacred oaks will cover me

(Altorr the Sorcerer) "The soil beckons for all. The wind sends only for those designed. Begin!"

An elder law is driving my will, the forests hands are clawing at me. Unfailing time, my birthright. Once stones arranged, now fallen arcs

Before my eyes wind takes form; wraithlike. And which it followed the horde

(Altorr) "The soil beckons for all. The wind sends only for those designed. Begin..."

A foul wind has followed my path. The poisoned air is stalking me. On nameless ground I will be, the gathered dust will cover me