A long, long time ago,
The Elves were facing such a threat they had to ask the Dwarves for help.
A goblin hoard on the attack,
and nothing seemed to hold them back.
Not arrows, swords or
In need, to face this common threat,
an alliance formed, none shall forget.
In victory friendship was made,
They shared culture and trade.
And Elves taught Dwarves
to love the trees,
And Dwarves showed us
to mine with ease,
But there was no way to appease,
The day we got Disease.
And they were pleading...
Please don't tell me it's so,
'Cause if I've got
In a cave I must go.
There was a cure,
but we didn't know.
Oh-oh, Please don't lock me
way down below!
Please don't lock me
way down below!
My name is Prince Belathan.
My dynasty, it seems, began,
In an ancient holocaust.
You've seen how the Athelaries
Have gaurded us for centuries,
But protectors, sometimes, pay a cost.
Well like a sister you have always been.
My guardian and my closest friend.
And we've made peace its true,
But that human isn't for you-oo.
I was, sittin' in my, favorite chair,
So stunned to read
what was written there.
I'm tellin' you it just isn't fair,
What was done, to the Diseased.
How they lamented...
I deserve this lynch mob's pyre
I long to feel the righteous fire.
My mother named me Ard Nassak.
A quiet lab never was for me.
I needed to roam wild & free.
'Sides c skin blights
I've just never had a knack.
Well the CDC said,
"Please stay home."
"Don't go to Celledra all alone."
'Cause its the sort of thing I'd do.
And It'll take just a moment or two.
So I haven't walked this whole valley.
And care not for their misery.
I never had the clarity
to understand disease.
They never told me
A plague had come to town
and they sent me there to track it down.
Doctor Silva is my name.
They've kept me here in my clinic.
They say I should tend, to the sick.
But I need to, look from,
whence it came
To fight a plague, I've always said,
"You need to know
just how it's spread."
What we really do need,
Is an Agency of Disease-eese
Well I've had no luck with a cure,
But Virtue shows who to inter.
A quarantine is all it were.
A place, for the Diseased.
And they all told me...
Madness passes, all I feel is sadness.
This dark underground
is all they'll grant us.
But a least it's away from them.
Zown has come and'll come again.
It is prophesied he'll bring new friends
and we'll over-throw
the surface- world of men.
And underground there's lots of room.
A kingdom not a dismal tomb.
We've place to sow our seed,
But how many gods do we need?
First there was our beloved Zown,
But then the spider came around,
Each vowed to strike the other down.
So they could lead the D.R.O.W.
Oh why did we say?
Oh, what fools we mortals be
To fight a god is in-sanity
But there seemed no other way.
Zown had built a new machine.
But with the help of the Spider Queen,
Fortune smiled down,
upon us, on that day-ay-ay.
So to Celledra we went home
To see what crop our deeds had sown.
No peaceful town awaited
Disease had not abated.
We new the cure but so far away,
Not all of us lived to see that day,
And Lilth was surely on her way.
With all her damned diseased.