With Bruised & Bloodied Feet - Underdark

Incantations penetrate the furthest reaches of the Gods

Not the care of the skies, or revolving stars

Can avail as an excuse to the deities she calls

Day delays to rise on earth, the Sun a mere catspaw

What went we into this wilderness to find?

Leaving our country, our kindred, our farther’s houses, and for what?

At the crux of a baleful knoll

Wicked council, come as one

To live deliciously

To relish in the taste of butter

To be clothed in a fine dress

To fly from this serpent’s nest

My corrupt nature is empty of grace

Bent unto sin, and that continually

What went we into this wilderness to find?