Death of a King to open the way,
Bastion’s fall at break of day,
A call that mortal folk must heed,
The scythe that comes to cull the weed,
The moon will cover the sun in full,
… and Underdark release…
The Reaper must rise.
Pelor and Sehanine,
They spin and they spin and she waxes and he wanes.
Beware the Depths! Beware the Depths, one slip and you’re gone, and you’re gone.
Beware the ides of gathering,
Midnight at noon.
I think I know what I need to do when the time comes.