I stumbled upon a familiar path, leading someplace I know too well.
The engravings on its walls, in shady letters and grave runes.
The echoes within its confines, voices of past and fallen comrades whispering of a sleepless malice.
Saying turn back, for this path is unclear.
And so I call for a song by the sleepless night, one that incites courage to steel the heart, and bravery to face Fate.
Sometimes only through darkness can one find the light.
Emmalase.
Emmalase