Deep in the mystical forest
Among great faydark trees
There was blood of crimson darkness
Drawn from bats and killer bees
The road from Crushbone to Felwithe
Smelled of filty orcs
A druid there came kiting, kiting, kiting
In wolf form he was kiting, with a damage shield of thorns

With a Nightshade Wreath on his forehead
Two Platnum Jasper Rings
The magical Paw of Opolla 
And a Vermiculated Tunic
On his waist there was a Reed Belt.
Gold-freeti boots up to his thigh
His Prayer Shawl was tattered and wrinkled
The Treant Tear began to twinkle
His bracers were made of mithril
Epic weapon by his side

He walked the halls of Freeport
The dark Mistmoore Graveyard
Killed undead in Kithikor Forest
And murdered Kaladims Dwarves
He ran through the Crystal Caverns
Slaughtering the Ry`Gorr Guards
Overthere was getting restless
And Erudin was defenseless
While kiting Oasis Spectres
A dark elf tapped his arm

"A port my handsom woodelf?
I'll pay you for the ride.
But promptly upon our arival time,
Please bless me with a bind?"
He then began his casting,
They both faded away.
Her hair shone bright in the moonlight.
A pale off-white in the moonlight.
What lies ahead in the moonlight,
Only the gods knew their fate

His spells were interupted.
Ensnare resisted twice.
He fought a brave hard battle,
and nearly lost his life.
Her hands began glowing
An essence of shimmering light
He rested well in the moonlight
His stregnth returned in the moonlight
He stared at her eyes in the moonlight
But her soul was distant

He awoke the next morning,
Alone without a clue
Who was this child of Innoruuk?
Would he see her soon?
On the road down to kelethin,
Past the camp of orcs
A Dark Elf reaver came marching, marching, marching
Indigo Brotherhood came marching
And stopped there by his side.

"We do not like you wood elf.
Perhaps you'd like to die?
But if you tell us where you hid her,
Well leave you half alive."

"I brought her here cause she asked me.
I did not know her crime.
Perhaps i'll help you find her.
If you promise not to harm her.
For i am her sworn protector,
In the forests of great faydark"

The dark elf scowled at the druid,
But then agreed at last
Whatever this girl had committed,
She didn't deserve their wrath
"Just keep your word or we'll kill her
There is a price on her head!"

He remembered where he met her
In oasis by the spectres
He wandered thoughout the desert
Hoping that she would emerge

She twisted her hands behind her
Cought by Indigo Brotherhood
"Halt there!" shouted the druid
Writhed in agony where he stood

"Your actions affront my senses!"
The battle was long and fierce
Their spells raged in the moonlight
Deep under the oasis moonlight
A sword dropped by her in the moonlight
Dark Reaver at least was hers...

Stomp, Stomp had they heard it?
A sand giant drew near
Beyond the spectre island
Beyond the dock and piers
The sand was paled with darkness
Under the mystic sky
A sand giant came stomping, stomping, stomping
The giant came stomping up to the brotherhood

Stomp in the sandy darkness
Stomp by the beach side
The sand giant drew nearer
Tier`Dals were about to die
Their eyes grew wide for a moment
and ran the other way

Child of Innoruuk moved in the moonlight
Picked up the sword in the moonlight
Untying herself in the moonlight.
She scowled ready to attack.

She turned her sword to the west.
Attacking where she stood.
But alas the giant had her,
hair red and full of blood.

the druid turned to see her
his face grew full of fear
the dark elf girl was slaughtered
child of innoruuk was brutally slaughtered
as he watched the girl in to moonlight.
It was too late to cast...

He scowled at the sandy giant
wishing Tunare at his side
the girl was not corrupted
she didnt deserve to die

Blood red was his epic weapon;
quick slice to the giants throat
as they lie there on orc highway
all dead on the orcish highway
The darkelf lay on the highway
with a bunch of sand on her cloak

Still in the mystical forest they say
Among great faydark trees
where there is blood of crimson darkness
Drawn from bats and killer bees
when the road from Crushbone to Felwithe
Smells of filty orcs
A druid there comes kiting, kiting, kiting
In wolf form he will be kiting, with a damage shield of thorns