The rain may pause, yet soon rebirths its song, But when shall the storms cease to prolong? All know the Mistv…
The rain may pause, yet soon rebirths its song,
But when shall the storms cease to prolong?
All know the Mistveil Forest mocks with thorned decree.
To chase its ghost with gold is folly's fee.
Dreams bought by fortunes melt like morning dew,
A life cast to the void where shadows brew.