The DarkElf Taunts

- Lothithil

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Black flower orc-hid
A rare and most deadly scent
Applied with crossbows

Dark Kindred, hear me
Stay your bolts and slip the leash
The drums call us all

In the Midnight hour
When the dark and light lords sleep
We dance together

After music stops
Then fighting shall come again
The dance continues