Once he was just Vanyel-lad, in gift and grief ensnared. . .
     Few the folk that knew of him and fewer still that cared.
     No one, even he, knew what the future held in store--
     Shadowstalker, Demon's bane, the Hero of Stony Tor.
     
     Now he is a Herald-Mage, the strongest ever known
     Guards the bitter Border, at the asking of the Throne
     All the Bards sing songs of him, and still they're making more
     Shadowstalker, Demon's bane, the Hero of Stony Tor.
     
     They say he can pull power from the very living Land
     And weirdlings from the Pelagirs are tame beneath his hand
     That Death, who could not hold him, has made promises before
     The Shadowstalker, Demon's bane, the Hero of Stony Tor.
     
     Bound by magic's promise, now he sees what time has shown
     That part of magic's price is to be very much alone
     Pity Herald Vanyel, he's not Vanyel anymore--
     Shadowstalker, Demon's bane, the Hero of Stony Tor.