Through the old paths overgrown with green
Lies Phandalin a place once seen
In the heart of Neverwinter Wood's embrace
A forgotten village holds its grace
Phandalin with its tales untold
Where glories fade and dreams unfold
In the Shrine of Luck travelers find reprieve
While whispers of the past still weave
Once bustling with miners echoes of the past still weave
Once bustling with miners echoes of the past
Now sleepy houses fading fast
But amidst the melancholy a flicker bright
A hope for a future a guiding light
Phandalin with its tales untold
Where glories fade and dreams unfold
In the Shrine of Luck travelers find reprieve
While whispers of the past still weave
In Barthen's Provisions essentials bare
And Stonehill Inn a place to share
Here new heroes tread with hopes renewed
In the shadow
Three travelers stand with hearts ablaze
In the keep where Phandalin's fate lays
Securing the village for a future bright
Their courage shines in the darkest night
Phandalin's heroes in shadows cast
Ensuring its future will forever last