Come in from the torrents of shifting time,
take comfort beside roaring fire.
Pray, that you should listen to a tale of mine,
if only your heart should desire.
There in us all dwells shadow and light,
for our ancestors knew of such power.
Let me revel thee with tales of treachery and might,
pour us whiskey 'till late is the hour...
I bid thee, fair traveller, a cordial and a humble welcome.