A song for ages, long since passed

Committed here, so it might last

A tale of fire, water and frost

We join our hero, alone and lost...

I

Our hero rides upon a steed

Still aimless and distraught

Yet riding on, with greatest speed

Through muck and stinking rot

This swamp was once a fertile plain

A battle, long ago

A hundred thousand strong were slain

No life now dares to grow

A war amongst the men, I'm told

'Tween kingdom's racked with strife

This memory, now just songs of old

To mourn this loss of life

Our hero's horse soon tires so

Sapped by the stench of death

On foot our hero must now go

As long as she draws breath