Ash to flame and flame to ash, Names are broken, faces clash. Merfolk, Wolfolk, beast and kin, Songs are stolen, wars begin. are fractured Half-Troll now, the common kind, Present living, past left behind. Oral tales, a fleeting sound, Tradition lost, yet cycles bound. are fractured Undead march with chain and tone, Giants call them back as stone. Half-Undead whisper in broken rhyme, Cursed to wander outside of time. are fractured For Trolls and Undead, festivals are fractured are fractured fleeting chants and haunted echoes of what was.
