Byrhtnoth - Lore-Mythus to Bedim

Gargantuan. Ancient. Malevolent.
The dissembodied curse of Kakariko.
Once trapped by a Sage in the past of time.
Released by the will of the dark Mage.

A spectre haze of disease.
Flickering the palate of shadow.
And the palatinate hue of evil.
Poignant like a hive in its locomote.

Casting the Master of blades to strike.
It bleeds the power of malignance.
Down wind the bow to an empty quiver.
Gusts of diabolic shade arise.

Trees and life wither in its path.
Unto the Temple of Shadows.
The resting place of its infinite power.
Forged in creation by the Shadow Folk.

Under the shadow of the mountain.
The house of the dead holds a deadly ether.
Where the Hero of Time must enter.
And leave the temple in its wake.

The Serenade of the Phonogram.
Shall grant thee entrance to the well.
Where he who will find the truth.
Upon what lies within the blackened mist.

A spectre haze of disease.
Flickering the palate of shadow.
And the palatinate hue of evil.
Poignant like a hive in its locomote.

Casting the Master of blades to strike.
It bleeds the power of malignance.
Down wind the bow to an empty quiver.
Gusts of diabolic shade arise.