The Lake of Death - Magnion

A passage so narrow, there's no room for two
Rocks in formations of inhuman faces, stare empty in line
Fragments of bones under his feet's, blended to ebony by time
A path meant for no man to walk with a soul untrue
But pure in heart and nothing to loose - he had to come through

In distance, the brazen bells shrieks
"Soon, oh soon", they seem to speak

Facing the old druid castle from afar
Tasting the air, evoking the scar
Let it bleed, to drain in the jar
Loose conscious, explore the bizarre

Swirling without a body, avoiding the spells cast by elders before
Fleeing the curse that sets bone and flesh into stone forevermore
Invisible for men and creatures not knowing the force, curious to explore
Everything by the prophecy, to keep the secret of the water within the eternal core
Gliding towards the goal, Magnions ruthless but yet great shore

Listen to the waves, see how they dwell
"soon, oh soon", they seem to tell

Taking the bottle so blue out of glass, stolen from the sacred altar of the abandoned castle. Fill it with water from the lake of the dead druids, careful not to touch the surface
Use it to harden the steel of the shiny, magical blades forged from the rock Yeith-Anz
Use it to revive the body laid lifeless outside the secret land of the dead druids