In days gone by, in times of old,
lost in legend often told,
there stood a famed castle close to here
near the River Murkintir,
timeless in the forest set:
King Marandur's Carviliet.
Once it rose high above the trees,
banners floating in the breeze.
Symbol of united power,
it spoke the sky and named the hour.
A thousand years ago it fell
at the sounding of the seventh bell
to the ground and off of the map--
its tale told only in oaken sap.