The Wastelands are vast and treacherous, The arcane storms, they rage. Our hearts are cast in mage-wrought glass And nothing will be the same. The hubris of the Wielders, condemned us to this fate. Til Magic breathes it's last ragged breath, Here we will remain. A Curse upon the Tel'Rani, for their arrogance and greed. Their lust for power broke the world And the Changed Ones Roam the plains. The Shining Ones fell silent, Sequestered from the world. Their palaces are prisons Far more than they deserve A Curse upon the Tel'Rani, Though their numbers are so few They blighted the lands, with their selfish hands. Now they turn their eyes to shattered skies They watch the storms They need the storms. Curse the Tel'Rani Feeding on destruction Scavengers after scraps. Curse the Tel'Rani For these Broken Lands.
