Then (The Tale About Destiny)

(The tale about destiny) In depths of mysterious moors, Where rags of fog were wed with rain Dazing smell of mysterious herbs Tickle the wistful nares. It hide's deep there... Then I've set out to the very center Inward the world of Talmalion Difficult way stayed in for me I became the pilgrim of Eons. Lonely and lonely I've wondered and sought, Forgotten by all, but strong Relentlessly I've headed to the end To the home of all mystic ages. The storytellers from the depth of unknown come, Their flutes and pipes made of human bones sounds, Ballads of blood and Death enchant me, In their claws drifting me further and further, With no chance to return and I hear, I hear a calling of graves.