Mhaura is a quiet little fishing village in the arid land of Kolshushu. The tranquillity is broken only by the occsional ship from the
far off eastern city of Al Zahbi, or a fishing boat from Selbina hauling in it's catch. One can hardly see a party of bards playing heavy metal in such an enviroment! However, a softer "power ballad" mirrors the serene atmosphere while hinting at
the subtle sense of adventure in the air. Song was assembled in FL Studio 8, vocals by me, lyrics written by my brother Mark: A voice floats in on the wind Yet no one knows what it's saying Secrets are told, stories unfold Listen to it's healing words Come and rest in our town Time to lay your sword down Come follow the breeze over the seas
it brings wisdom for you
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