The Curse of Ulmer’s Reach

In Ulmer’s Reach where the river bends, Where golden fields would feed the lands, The harvest sang in autumn’s breath… Before the curse, before the death… No omen came, no warning cry, Just smoke that climbed a silent sky, And through the dusk with embered grin… Came Kalen… cloaked in ash and sin… Ohhh… don’t speak his name in firelight glow… For Kalen walks where embers grow… Ash to ash and field to flame… And none who see him… leave the same… He bore no banner, claimed no throne, No gold, no land to call his own, A torch, a laugh, those burning eyes… Like coals that never truly die… The barns took flame, the night took breath, The soil was choked in smoke and death, And those who fell beneath the heat… Rose hollow-eyed… at Kalen’s feet… Ohhh… don’t speak his name in firelight glow… For Kalen walks where embers grow… Ash to ash and field to flame… And none who see him… leave the same… Soft he calls… and the dead arise… Bound in will… beneath his eyes… No prayer, no steel… no light can reach… What died that night… in Ulmer’s Reach… Ohhh… don’t speak his name in firelight glow… For Kalen walks where embers grow… Ash to ash and field to flame… Remember well… remember the name… Kalen… …of Ulmer’s Reach…