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Revision as of 23:45, 11 January 2026
The Song of the Black Guardian is one of the Bard Songs in Enderal. It tells the tale of The Black Guardian in the Undercity.
Lyrics
Under the City, deep in the caves,
He waits for us, the Black Guardian.
No one who ever caught sight of him
Lived to tell about it.
If the Holy Verses are spoken
And you giggle and caper around,
He'll soon wipe the smile off your face
Because he ambushes you when you least expect!
Down in the deep, down in the dark,
He waits for us, the Black Guardian.
If we stray from our Path, if we lose our way,
He drags us down to the endless void below!
If you search in ruins and tombs
For Pathless writings and treasures,
The earth opens up under your feet,
And you'll find no gold, but eternal grief.
Down in the deep, down in the dark,
He waits for us, the Black Guardian.
If we stray from our Path, if we lose our way,
He drags us down to the endless void below!
If you are three sheets to the wind
And you stagger through the alleys of Ark,
A manhole cover will open up,
One more step, and your life will be gone.
Down in the deep, down in the dark,
He waits for us, the Black Guardian.
If we stray from our Path, if we lose our way,
He drags us down to the endless void below!
Late in the night, when the pale moon shines
Over the roofs of Ark,
You'll hear a screaming from deep below—
A terrible, spine-chilling cry!
Down in the deep, down in the dark,
He waits for us, the Black Guardian.
If we stray from our Path, if we lose our way,
He drags us down to the endless void below!
Authorship
- Music and lyrics by Frank Bartholomai
Notes
- The metrical feet employed in the song is typical of English poetry. The dominant metrical feet are iamb and anapest. The poem beautifully and consistently uses a rare four-syllable prosodic foot, choriamb.
