Memory (the Daemon ov the Valley)
Jan Bänder
In the valley ov Nis
The accursed waning moon shines thinly
Tearing a path for its light
Through the lethal foilage
I am memory, daemon ov the valley
Red water flowing
Voices calling
I am the genie
Haunter of moonbeams
I am old and have lost my memory
And within the depths of the valley
Where light reaches not
Move forms not meant to be
Beheld
Strange Monoliths
Ruined Palaces
In the Valley ov Nis
I am memory, daemon ov the valley
Red water flowing
Voices calling