[Narrator:]
Surrounded by low growls and echoes of screams, the collective
makes it way into the Eternal Abandon.
[Hildor:]
Keep your mind steadfast, as we cannot see into the distance.
[Lord Bonecrush:]
Brom, keep the torch high. We need to be ready for
anything.
[Overlord Brom:]
MFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMMM (talking through helmet)
[Lord Bonecrush:]
Good.
[Narrator:]
A faint voice reaches their ears. They approach a withered old
man who is down to the bone.
[The Keeper:]
Over here! I knew youd come!
[Lord Bonecrush:]
Old man, are you one of the ancient beings?
[The Keeper:]
Yes, however, I am being held captive by a foul being
resurrected by Dregmour.
[Davidicus:]
Dregmour? Who is this you speak of?
[The Keeper:]
......S-Sorry I fell asleep, what?
[Collective:]
DREGMOUR!
[The Keeper:]
Oh, he is the man you seek behind this slaughter,
he....nevermind that now, I will tell you everything, but now you must free
me before..oh no it may be too late!
[Overlord Brom:]
MFF!
[Lord Bonecrush:]
Brom is right, READY YOUR ARMS!
[The Keeper:]
The SPELLJAMMER!
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
