Under triple suns we wait,

amongst the trees below the mountain.

Under seven skies we meet,

across the savage garden.

 

Seek the orbs knowledge,

mine the crystals of power.

Bring for the Mystic,

let her summon the power.

 

Create our daemon,

let it roam at will.

Watch is chase the Orc’s,

watch it kill.

 

Of magic and metal,

with no true master.

It shall kill all,

it shall be a disaster.

 

But here we have our Mystic,

with powers unknown.

She’ll banish the creature,

before the future unfolds.

All hail the Mystic of Varmaour.