A scarred and rakish seadog, mysterious opacity

Walks the grove, the phantom's home

Cuts down firs where men would flee

Wooden beams and mortar, the timber shack is taking shape

A blackened hand shines on the plate

Welcome to the tavern in the grove

Where ancient spirits live and rove

The tavern has been opened, the owner is Mr. John Xenir

A rumor says he has second sight

A chance to prove restrains their fear

Night by night revealing, stares into his Crystal-ball

Telling tales of past and future

When man was make and man will fall

Welcome to the tavern in the grove

Where ancient spirits live and rove

The moon is rising high foreboding what the night will bring

The crystal-ball reveals the hidden truth at the