Darkest Depths
Let arms be still and voices low,
They follow you where'er you go.
The Deep Roads are without an end,
Filled with foes, not with friends.
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Cries of rage and torment follow,
Leaving living feeling hollow.
Spiders hunger for still warm blood,
As light holds back the darkspawn flood.
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Stick to the path that leads to day,
To the Maker one should pray.
Choose not the path that leads to snare,
In it you can't be saved by prayer.
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Finally, fresh surface air.
Outside the darkspawn's foul lair.
Despite the odds you have survived,
The darkspawn rage at pray deprived.
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It's not a journey one should make,
It causes many hearts to break.
For always there will be the woe,
Of the path of the Deep Roads.
