Far beyond the Borderlands,
Beneath the shadowed eaves,
The sighing wind blows,
And the elf maiden grieves.
In the sun, bright steel glints
War drums echos amid the dells.
The land stained red
Orc and Men alike fell.
In darkling fens
And vast caverns deep,
Shadows come alive
and death creeps.
Far beyond the Borderlands
There is no peace.
Will heroes march?
Will the maiden cease to weep?
