Polygor IIIFootfalls sound, a hollow gallop;The eerie light of lost souls bound by broken oaths quickens in the dark.Spewing dirges, the spirits of the dead, steeds of Kaliar,Wight antelope!Narta plunges onward, crying:Pets of my beloved father, why pursue your own masters daughter?This is the worst treachery yet!Get near and Ill drink your souls right out,My own special recipe for despair!Whatever reply the beasts had intended is lost in the discord,A bellowing of rage and sadness,Bitterness and agony,Not a hint of hesitation,No loyalty or fear.Narta turns to Polygor:These scum wont give