To the Earth your body goes,
And where soul's used to float,
I summon you from my Soul Stone,
You bid to your master's call,
Where I use your soul for my own needs.

You will no longer See the Underhalls,
Nor feel the hope of renewal,
No one can save you,
You are mine.

As you feel the pain,
my weapon extracts your soul,
Laughing as you fall,
There is no place to run.

You will no longer see the Underhalls,
Nor feel the hope of renewal,
No one can save you,
You are mine.....


Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 13th of Slyphian, in the year 472 MA.