White Gold Wielder

Wrenched from a life of solitude
From your questions and demands
You tell me of the terror
That will befall these lands

I am not your half-hand
Your saviour or your king
How can I protect your lives
Or bring power to this ring?

At the top of mighty Kevin’s watch
From my past life I am torn
But I cannot reforge the staff
From which all life is born

He’s amassed a wedge of darkness
To sweep in from the hills
How can I hope to stand against
Fouls blackened, twisted ills?

His maligned and twisted power
Gives Dark Life to the taken
From Deep beneath his distant lair
A new evil will awaken

CHORUS:
White Gold Wielder
Leper, Shriever
White Gold Wielder
Unbeliever