Winter is dying
The sun is returning
The ice is receding
Rivers are flowing
The ground will be fertile
The seeds they awake
The ploughs will be charmed
The spirits rejoicing
The fires are burning
The offerings are given
The children are singing
The old ones are with us
We are becoming
The drow command the fires to burn
And the wine to flow
Wraiths watch in envy
Grapes and a chalice of gold
Reign under the stars
Laughter and song in the night
Bring tears to their eyes
And my soul thaws
In the decadence of night
The dead world stirs
Here In the halls of Anwyn.
The food of the dead lie untouched
Four headed dragon
Slit eyed
Crouched
Birthed
Ennobling flame
The blood flows
