| The mist lies heavy upon this ground | 
| Resisting the strength of the nocturnal breeze | 
| It chills the living, though none can be found | 
| But any living present here would feel the unease | 
| On occassion sounds can be heard | 
| The source sounds distant but somehow near | 
| The silent whispering of fleshless beings | 
| Existing beyond reason or so it appears | 
| Elementals of the nocturnal breeze | 
| Haunting these desolate plains for centuries | 
| Once it was written, unknown the source | 
| The location of this ageless place | 
| Ashen apocrypha, the pages were burnt | 
| By godfearing men set ablaze | 
| Solitude reigns in this concealed place | 
| Safely hidden from the ignorant ravishing of man | 
| Unreal they seem these misty plains | 
| Remaining untrodden the only demand | 
| Elementals of the nocturnal breeze | 
| Haunting these desolate plains for centirues | 
| Once it was written, author unknown | 
| The location of this ageless place | 
| Ashen apocrypha, the pages were burnt | 
| By godfearing men taken away and | 
| Set ablaze, the apocryphal scripts faced the flames | 
| Ashen apocrypha, by truthfearing men taken away and | 
| Set ablaze |