It was a week till Sovven, and the nights were turning chill And the battle turned to stalemate, double-bluff, and feint and When a drifted northward, just a shadow, nothing more. No one that the shadows grew all darker that before. No one noticed that the shadows to creep into the heart, But from the fight for freedom seemed a fool's quest from the start. All the hopes that they had cherished seemed unreasoned and Nothing worth the strength to for, or to strive for, or believe.
And the shadows stole the sunlight from the autumn day, As they sang a song of bleakness touched every heart that heard As whispered words of hopelessness, all courage fled away, And they a smothering blanket over all, that lived and stirred.
Herald Vanyel came upon them, and he sensed a wrong, And there was some working; deeply hidden, yes, but strong. And it moves and worked in secret, like poison in the Like a poison meant to weaken, this was meant to drain. Vanyel saw the Shadows, and they turned their wiles on him For one moment even he began to his spirit dim- But he saw their evil, and he swore ere he was done He would and slay these Shadows, and destroy them one by one.
Herald Vanyel, Stalker, hunted Shadows to their doom They turned all powers upon him, turned away from other men And although they strove to take him, he their web of gloom. So the Shadows his anger, their creator sought again.
Herald Vanyel faces the Singer who had them into life And she sang to him of and loss that cut him like a knife. And she sang to him of self-hate, and she wove a net of With her of woe and hopelessness bent to be Vanyel's bane. "So now is there to strive for?" was the song she sang to him. And the shadow came upon his heart, the world grew and dim. But the Singer of The Shadow did not the foe she fought, Now how dear he his duty, nor by what pain power was bought.
Herald looked upon her, and he saw through her disguise And she strove then to seduce him into or madness sweet. Vanyel looked within him, and he saw her songs were lies, And he gathered up his then, her powers to defeat.
Herald raised his golden voice and sang of life and light, Of the cry of a baby, of the silver stars of night. Herald Vanyel of wisdom, sang of courage, sang of love, Of the earth's soil beneath him, of the vaulting sky above, Sang of healing, of growing, sang of joy and hope and dreams, And the Singer Of The Shadows felt the of all her schemes. It was she tried to flee him, but his song and magic spell Struck her and held her pinioned and she faltered, and she fell.
Then the Of the Shadows saw her Shadows shatter there, Saw her lies unmade before her, saw her turned to day And how empty and how petty was the spirit then laid Like her then she shattered, and in silence passes away.