Bloodloch is so glorious, I say even notorious.
They make Enorian there pawn, so forget about the Age of Dawn.
Corruption in the air, but let?s be fair.
Enorian tries to hide it, but let?s hold on a bit.
Leave light behind and you can keep your mind.
Embrace undeath and give up that last breath

I am from Duiran, I swing all day in trees,
I prune my plants, and wear no pants.
I swing a stick, but can?t get a chick
I worship ghosts, but I can?t boast
Because, I am from Duiran

Enorian Enorian Enorian
Why are you Enorian
Corruption of Priests
To bad smelly feet
You?re stuck in the past
Where intelligence wasn?t vast
Seated in your city
Because Bloodloch shows you no pity
You die at lessers
And run from aggressors
But let?s not forget about your suppressors
Alas Bloodloch will always be the successor

Ten forestalls gather around a tree
Begging spirits to bring strength to the
Looking like idiots they continue to chant
But all that comes is an annoying gnat
Ten distraught forestalls gather around a tree
Knowing that if Bloodloch comes they will have to flee

Evil, Carnage, Death, Corruption
That is what Bloodloch is about
Cower, Weakness, Pettiness, Meaningless
This is what Enorian is about



Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lleian, in the year 422 MA.