*Well! What is it?*
Come in and take a gander. Leave with a chuckle.
*Look skyward*
Giantdad's Journey
The curse of the undead prevails, cycling back
Fated to repeat with no end
He who is chosen, must make the pilgrimage
From the asylum to the land of lords
And to link the fire therein
No respite for thee, undead
Only despair, chaos and death
Make thy way and collect souls
For they shall ease thy burden, one day
Fight the dark, seek light
Link the fire, and strive forth
Find the kiln, chosen undead
The four lord souls, collect them
Nito, the first of the dead,
Gravelord in the catacombs
Seath, he who betrayed his kin,
Duke, immortal white dragon
The Four Kings,
Lurking down below,
Awaiting the arrival of the Abyss-walker
The Witch of Izalith, chaotic mother,
Consumed by chaos
Defeat them and obtain their souls,
For to link the fire,
Ever-lasting light,
One must bequeath their mighty souls
And enter the cindery kiln
What shall be thy decision, chosen undead?
Become one with the dark,
Or bring light to humanity, breaking the curse?
For this task, chosen undead,
Thou must not go Hollow
Lest the cycle be repeated,
Yet again, forever to remain here
Do not fail thy task,
Lest thou become a casul.
The Legend never dies!