by: Bendilus the Bold Bard of Berdusk date: 1313 DR source: The Sword Never Sleeps Nothing worse could be than raw butchery, The stink, the screams, the blood so red. But that was before I first made war, With swords among the walking dead. [Chorus] Where shadows swarm, Where eyes forewarn, The coming storm No grave so warm. Those streets I know where the shadows grow, A cult of eyes, their power spread. Their gaze did bind the helpless blind, With fear, we faced the living dread. Their chanting did tare the befouled air, The elder orb its endless spies. With sword in hand we made our stand, And prayed to close their horrid eyes. [Chorus] Where shadows swarm Where eyes forewarn The coming storm No grave so warm.
