| OF THE FINDING OF TOTENZAUBER A secret in the sediment Forgotten on Findrum's floor Potent enough in magic To summon Hades' door The water's since been cleansed Oltaire drained the poison to the sea But Totenzauber remained intact Awaiting to be set free Chance came a fisherman from Porre To play his sport upon the lake As an activity of leisure A twist of Fate he'd soon take On his way back to the shore Compelled to cast in one last line He snagged on something heavy An omen of unseen sign He struggled endlessly Determined to reel it in And as the prize drew nearer Time itself began to spin It seemed the Sun and Moon By and by they went And age it grew upon him His youthfulness was spent When at last the book resurfaced Once dark hair now shaded grey Life which is already fleeting Had now spun into decay With eyes more curious than ever Zurgon flipped the pages of the book Not understanding the runes inside A language the World forsook Thus Totenzauber was rebirthed Into the hands of the race of Man With darkness now forcasted To Isle Porre the Shadow ran |