Back at Crimson Falls

The nights are dark, and hollow

From the spell of the moon's lair

The trees dance wildly with its branches

Branches, playing its midnight tune

Back at Crimson Falls

The chill sweeps through the valley as it whispers it's cool chant. Birds flee, the wolves howl

As they echo, echo through the night.

Back at Crimson Falls

A star blazed its trail over the land

Like the skip of a polished pebble

The place dims with the light from the blue corn moon

Back at Crimson Falls

Caverns are filled with wondrous mystery

Calling, calling to those who seek

Crystal water flows from the mountain's mouth as it trickles through the night

Trickling through Crimson Falls