Nick descends from the mountains above
Travel knee deep in snow through the sleet and the mud
He’s chasing something that he doesn't know
A mercurial whisper, frigid silver glow
His destination: the capitol, Bristol
A city of mages, that once was his home
But time and distance have made it a stranger
Shuttered by age and twenty years of snow
Nick descends from the mountains above
Travel knee deep in snow, through the sleet and the mud
He's chasing something that he doesn’t know
A mercurial whisper, frigid silver glow
A constant thought is this: he senses something is amiss
A mage in name but not in power
He studies flow and ebb, magic that weaves a silver web
And something from the south that might devour
And so he travels the mountains alone
Creeping dread overtakes him when he stops to think
As twenty years ago the kingdom teetered on the brink
Held by something otherworldly reaching from a foreign plane
Something Nick fears might be reaching out once again