It isn't my first time in Verment's Lair,
from the past few years, I've encountered its humid air.
The streams and rivers are fresh and clean.
Fortunately, not infested with creatures ever so mean.
I feel wonderful... The breeze sends me to sleep.
Like a warm beating heart to keep
me alive, I seek for thee.
Like a lover, I will strive.

I ventured forth where distant scenes widen my view.
The valley and the mountains, bathed in fluvial blue.
Like Rorikstead, the plains are suntanned tundra.
But my darling dear, as rare as aurora,
Thou art nowhere in sight.
Let's go home, and leave thy endless dream.
I am here, my dear, thy safe haven, gleam.

A frigid land, Oh Verment's Lair!
My heart is breaking...
For someone I know not where!
But I shall not go home.
I must find thee, though thee not appear.
The primeval trees, and starlit sky,
The snow capped mountains, they are my seer.
Fear not, my dear, my hopes are widened eyes.

So the wanderer journeyed alone,
past the path of his heart forlorn.
His fate been kind, and found his love
under the glowing highest of the high,
his lovely maiden lies...
But the glow suddenly pilfered from the sky
The thorny night thrusted through his translucent heart…
Seeing his love affair... a cast of light, and died.