The Avalanche

[Verse] Gather 'round ye weary souls, and raise a flagon high, I sing a tale of cunning folk, beneath a storm-filled sky. The Hand they called themselves, a band of wit and charm, No lock they couldn't pick, no scheme they couldn't disarm. [Chorus] With pockets full of magic, and whispers in the night, They'd move unseen, a phantom force, a cunning, silent fight. No glint of armor gleaming, no banners held on high, The Hand dealt out their justice, beneath a watchful sky. [Verse] At Highpass, where the mountains pierce the clouds with icy spears, The Karn Army gathered, filling all men's hearts with fears. But The Hand, they hatched a plan, so clever and so bold, They snuck behind the lines, a story yet untold. [Chorus] With pockets full of magic, and whispers in the night, They caused a rockslide rumble, a most impressive sight. The Karn ranks fell in chaos, as boulders rained like hail, The Hand they slipped away, leaving whispers on the gale. [End]