How could a feather lift up a castle?
How could one pot of ink darken the sky?
How could a sheet of paper hold back the sea?

Tis because the quill is dipped in the ink,
and the paper is written with words.
Words that tell a story,
that bring the reader to lands far away,
in times long gone.

The Scribe is the One that performs this miracle,
realises a fantasy,
fantasizes a reality.

Tulo is from the Low Lands,
where the shoes are made of wood,
and the men of iron.