All is forlorn Enchained here I writhe My soul it burns in the halls of despair Within these walls Forever condemned To suffer the cold wrath of Lord Darsmir's reign The dark mage accursed to bear... Scars of treachery... Darkness in the dungeons of bazrith... Avoryean: "I've got to get out of here... Damn my father and his wretched sorcery! My sword will drink blood And send there sould to the black cauldron of Hell! In the name of Voraxia, I'll have my revenge."