Down the path, beneath the trees,
Where asrai dwell, fair and free.
Beastmen are caught unawares,
The wood, most humans do beware.
Words trees speak, yet not heard,
There is no sound of wind or birds.
Try to keep up with fading whispers,
Fan-Eltharin's like a tongue twister.
Down the path, no longer free,
Trapped by time, between the trees.
Athel Loren's where you'll be,
Trapped here for eternity.