The Things That Wait Part 06

### Part VI: The Hostile Shore Ihathhai aifoi igaiba aadiu zoror igaiba eerzag. Gisa aaey auduau Galeiul. Abakeifot pirguek igaiba mumfoii oizhooi kailepoitetiran. Adoiorak mahzhiuhiu igaiba aifoisym. Ihathhai aaigoi heazav mumfoii. Igaiba aaiiu fiuauneirkioi igaiba vizhauszaiu. Aeifei siep igaiba girnoith weiogoatoi igaiba zheiei. Afaliuwautthar rovouin aimiiu zhumoieth mojeiosauo. ### Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** Ihathhai aifoi igaiba aadiu zoror igaiba eerzag. Gisa aaey auduau Galeiul. Afaliuwautthar rovouin aimiiu zhumoieth mojeiosauo. Afaliuwautthar rovouin aimiiu zhumoieth mojeiosauo. Who will stand when the waters rise? Koiujina igaiba hiuiuzh nufipthauy sioiuah. The Isle takes all with unblinking eyes. Igaiba oive boinougaud ovow siiuget zuaika e. Portals split with a crimson flame, Clones return with a stranger's name. Guildhall walls are cracked with rust, Ranks collapse, and the stone turns dust. Jairziuaushooi aiyethhiui uiwa zoiailaidai. ### Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** Jairziuaushooi rauthbonzai uiwa igaiba iuaiai. And he waits in the hollow deep, Giants stir from their endless sleep. Orcish warbands burn the land, Troll-song dies on the salted sand. Aisiu shaiguoi uiwa igaiba oive. ### Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** Oivkiuei eko oizhuoigaiei. Half-born voices cry through stone, Every hall stands but dies alone. Fallen stars mark the fae's decline, Guilds unravel on the fault of time. Akaiat oivkiuei, eigostof haaibi, Tewainu igaiba unail zhioaif reeushid shiz, zauytiey. ### Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** Zauytiey' wuauzei hauuoain hujakzio piraisej. Half-born voices cry through stone, Every hall stands but dies alone. Fallen stars mark the fae's decline, Guilds unravel on the fault of time. Zauytiey' wuauzei hauuoain hujakzio piraisej. ### Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore. Whose relics scatter on the guildhall stone? The Shores devour, and the Shores want more. Rifts erupt on the Isle's bleak strand, Casting fiends no hand can stand. Phantoms rise where the sailors bled, Shadows bind in a tower of dread. ### Pulling Chorus **Pull, men, pull, the Shores are crying, Pull, men, pull, to the drowned and dying. No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore.** No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore. Ogron broods with his hollow crown, Giants stir as the deep drags down. Guilds may climb, but the scars remain, Every mark writes the Isle in pain. ### Pulling Chorus **Pull, men, pull, the Shores are crying, Pull, men, pull, to the drowned and dying. No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore.** Half-blood wails on the cliffs of Fae, Stone and storm tear the night away. Bards chant low of the toll and loss, Every soul on the Shore is lost. ### Pulling Chorus **Pull, men, pull, the Shores are crying, Pull, men, pull, to the drowned and dying. No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore.** Ihathhai aifoi igaiba aadiu zoror igaiba eerzag. Gisa aaey auduau Galeiul. Afaliuwautthar rovouin aimiiu zhumoieth mojeiosauo. No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore. ### Final Deep Chorus **Hear the deep, the Isle is waking, Hear the deep, no dawn is breaking. Echoed screams through the Faeven past, Nothing born on the Isle will last.** ### Final Pulling Chorus **Pull, men, pull, the Shores are crying, Pull, men, pull, to the drowned and dying. No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore.** **No warded hall, no sanctum door, All are seized by the Hostile Shore.**