Voices of Croatoa

Verse] In the heart of mist and memory, where strange enchantments lie, The town of Salamanca calls beneath a ghostlit sky. A hero's path is never clear, but voices light the way, From silent graves and stormy waves, they guide both night and day. Skipper LeGrange, once bold and brash, Now stalks the lakeside with a splash. He’s seen what sleeps beneath the waves, Where Sally stirs in ancient caves. With tales of lore and sunken dread, He warns of what lies just ahead. [Chorus] They call from Croatoa, the watchers and the wise, Through whispering woods and haunted tides. They summon every brave of soul, To fight the dark, to make things whole. In Croatoa, they lead the fight— The town between the day and night. [Verse 2] War Witch waits with glowing eyes, A phantom flame ‘neath twilight skies. From ethereal depths she gives her aid, A ghostly sword, a light unfrayed. Then Gordon Bower, worn and grim, Knows the land is growing dim. He charts the rise of twisted fate, And pleads with heroes—don’t be late! For every Firbolg that takes the field, Is another truth that must be healed. [Bridge] Oh Katie Hannon, cursed and bound, Where Cabal spells swirl all around. She calls the brave to break the chain, To free the land from witches’ reign. And Kelly Nemmers, strong of will, She guards the gates, stands firm and still. A student once of arcane text, Now steeled by all that haunts the next. Through Paragon’s halls and eldritch flame, She carries truth in War Witch’s name. [Final Chorus] So come ye now, O hearts of fire, The town is caught in cursed mire. But you’re not alone—through storm and snow, The voices rise in Croatoa. With every soul that takes a stand, The darkness breaks beneath your hand. [Outro: soft, haunting] And when the veil begins to thin, They’ll call again to draw you in. To Salamanca’s dreamlike glow… The whispering winds of Croatoa.