Paldur the Runepriest

In the heights of the temple, where the stars shining bright. Stands Paldur Runeweaver, his soul thats divine. With runes carved in stone and a mind like the sky, His voice carries wisdom as the ages pass by. With a beard woven thick and the scars from his flights, He reads the old runes by the flickering lights. The magical force thats is born by his hand, The villians will tremble and the kingdom strong stands. In the silence of the stone, where the echoes reside, Paldur calls on the ancients, with machines by his side. Oh, Paldur Runeweaver, keeper of the lore, On the highest om mountains, where the spirits roar. Glowing runes as his armor, and the stones as his shield, He stands in a lightbean, his fate is revealed. When the echoes of battle shake the mountain's core, Paldur stands resolute, his mights they all bore. Surge of energy, he calls forth the might, To shield his kin from darkness and bring back the light. In the silence of the stone, where the echoes reside, Paldur calls on the ancients, with machines by his side. Oh, Paldur Runeweaver, keeper of the lore, On the highest om mountains, where the spirits roar. Glowing runes as his armor, and the stones as his shield, He stands in a lightbean, his fate is revealed. In the silence of the stone, where the echoes reside, Paldur calls on the ancients, with machines by his side. Oh, Paldur Runeweaver, keeper of the lore, On the highest om mountains, where the spirits roar. Glowing runes as his armor, and the stones as his shield, He stands in a lightbean, his fate is revealed. So raise your hammers, let tales be told, Of Paldur Runeweaver, brave and bold. In the mountain's heart, where runes do gleam, His spirit lives on, a guardian dream.