Strolling on the rocky shore, followed by whispers of seawinds
Guided by the waves, I contemplate the early dawn
Carried by fishermen, stories of a shipwreck
Far from here along the coast
Sparked my will to learn what happened to that ship
Said to be shattered in pieces of wood
Tainted with blood
And pale shadows moving along the shore
I can hear the wind carrying the cries
Of seamen sunk in the brine
Soaked in icy waters
Lost into the storm
Victims of a curious slaughter
Who knows what caused that crew to sink
Attack of dreadful sea monster
Spell of a terrible curse
Madness, disease or hunger
Fragments of the past will unravel history
At the foot of the cliff
Scattered among the boulders
Broken planks of a stranded ship
Await to tell the fate of the sailors
Searching among the rests
Of the vessel I find traces of a fight
Seawinds here sing of doom
And lead me to some sort of a woodwind engraved with sigils
I've heard tales about such an unholy and vile instrument
Marines from afar told me of a flute that brought death and madness on their land
Any who could hear its sound would give in to insane bloodlust
Could have people on this boat carried such a curse to our realm?
If all is true, I need to... I need to take and conceal it. Keep it from anyone to...
I can hear voices... Voices from the flute! It's speaking to me!
Ancient magic is at work
Souls of the dead howling from beyond the grave
To their call I must resist
Fight the curse and seal the flute
On my own magic I call
Strengthen my mind and tame that malediction down
Into a chest the flute shall stay
Never to be found, never to be seen
This curse of yore no more will spread
Under my protection the artifact I will keep