The Druid King - Niviane

Crows cackle and take their flight

The forest awakes and comes alive

Drawn into a netherworld

Where madness and sanity do unfurl

We, the sorts of lunacy

Welcome you to our gathering

Mystic place where cauldrons burn

And mischievous gods never learn

Twisted riddles spoke in rhyme

In tongues lost in ancient times

A sacred place of sorcery

And spectral energy

Come kneel before a necromancer

Miracles performed for the dead

A forgotten path fraught with dangers

Haunting voices lead you astray

Surrounded by faceless strangers

You find yourself in the court of the druid king

Gather around his funeral pyre

The crackle of glowing hellfire

Lost in an ethereal trance

Watching the flames alluring dance

Menacing and cloaked in black

Whispering a demon’s chant

Ones that once were earthly-born

Now appear in shapeless forms

Reading from an olden tome

Of battles hymns and love forlorn

Conducting ghostly symphonies

Patiently awaiting an offering

Come kneel before a necromancer

Miracles performed for the dead

A forgotten path fraught with dangers

Haunting voices lead you astray

Surrounded by faceless strangers

You find yourself in the court of the druid king

In the court of the druid king