A mage rode forth from Karse one day, a-fleeing for his 
life 
He bore his staff beside his ancient sword and jeweled 
knife. 
He made a camp with in a grove where much to his 
surprise, 
A drift upon a sea of mist he saw a thousand eyes. 

Eyes, white unblinking eyes 
As blue as the sky. 
No mage can pass our borders 
And escape the Vrondi's eyes. 

A dark and wicked sorcerer who'd made a bloody pact 
Came on a sleeping holding and the folk, there in 
attacked. 
No sooner did he weave his spell and roused their 
anguished cries 
Then all but once he felt the glare of disembodied 
eyes. 

Eyes, white unblinking eyes 
As blue as the sky. 
No mage can pass our borders 
And escape the Vrondi's eyes. 

A witch of doubtful breeding and a crude eclectic taste 
Fled from the executioner's across the trackless waste. 
But Valdemar was aware that witch quite suddenly grew 
wise, 
She cursed the day she felt those unrelenting eyes. 

Eyes, white unblinking eyes 
As blue as the sky. 
No mage can pass our borders 
And escape the Vrondi's eyes. 

So if you deal in magic better watch your step my 
friend, 
There's risk for you in Valdemar which you can't 
comprehend. 
The Vrondi search for magery, they are the Heralds' 
spies 
And nothing can elude their vigilant, un-resting eyes. 

Eyes, white unblinking eyes 
As blue as the sky. 
No mage can pass our borders 
And escape the Vrondi's eyes. 

Eyes, white unblinking eyes 
As blue as the sky. 
No mage can pass our borders 
And escape the Vrondi's eyes.