I am a whisper in the wind when all is still,
The shadow that dances by the windowsill.
My voice echoes throughout the lands,
Striking fear in the heart of the bravest man,
For he knows I shall reach from beyond the beyond,
To sing him to sleep with a harrowing song.
So come all ye nomads, adventurers and fools,
For this is my land, and you shall abide by my rules.