Letras
In the North where the White Sea crashes cold
And the tales of the Iron Will are told
Stormstrider sits on a throne of black steel
Where the magic-born learn how to tremble and kneel
With flintlock and powder, they guard every gate
While the smoke of their industry decides a man's fate.
But turn to the East where the jagged rocks rise
Underneath the grey weight of the Ka'kthul skies
A kingdom of scavengers, rugged and grim
Where the light of the sun is eternally dim
In the dust and the stone, only the strong shall survive
In a land where you fight just to stay alive
They harvest the wastes where the weak cannot stand
The desperate teeth of a desperate land.
Across the lands to the west, where the sun loves the land
The spires of Solaris in majesty stand
A kingdom of traders, of stucco and gold
Where the secrets of Nathrarim safely unfold
The Mage Temple watches the shifting of tides
In the place where the spirit of scholars resides.
O, Vorlden is wide and the shadows are long
The kingdoms are bound in a desperate song
From the peaks of the frost to the deeps of the stone
Each king and queen claims a right to a world of his own
But the barriers fray and the Shells start to creep
While the lords of the nations their dark vigils keep.
To the South where the hills roll in emerald green
And the hand of King Falter is felt but not seen
An honorable people, both sturdy and brave
With Paladins marching to stand by the grave
They fight for the light and the community's bond
Against the dark whispers of the madness beyond.
Deep 'neath the mountain, away from the sky
Where the sun and the stars never gladden the eye
The Dwarves strike the anvil and hold back the night
With millions of tons keeping horrors from sight
They are the cork in the bottle, the shield in the deep
Protecting the surface while the un-makers sleep.
On the Island of Keer where the bamboo grows high