A mage rode forth from Karse one day, a-fleeing for his life
He bore his staff beside his ancient sword and j**eled knife.
He made a camp with in a grove where much to his surprise,
A drift upon a sea of mist he saw a thousand eyes. Eyes, white unblinking eyes
As blue as the sky.
No mage can pa** our borders
And escape the Vrondi's eyes. A dark and wicked sorcerer who'd made a bloody pact
Came on a sleeping holding and the folk, there in attacked.
No sooner did he weave his spell and roused their anguished cries
Then all but once he felt the glare of disembodied eyes. Eyes, white unblinking eyes
As blue as the sky.
No mage can pa** our borders
And escape the Vrondi's eyes.