A Shaman once, the nameless one
Home to the Circle came.
To strength and power then he grew,
Swore his oath, yet spoke not true,
The one we do not name.

But wealth he loved, the nameless one,
In treachery he fled.
For tainted gold paid by the Spies,
Betrayed his word, and lost in lies
The name that is not said.

Then Cursed he was, the nameless one.
The Shaman called, and then
Spirits came, both great and small,
Withdrew from him protection all,
Spoke not his name again.

With staff borne by the nameless one
To Vale's black pit they came.
On it each one a curse enspelled,
Threw in the staff that once he held,
And with it threw his name.

Judgment he faced, the nameless one,
Befriended now by none,
Doomed to betrayal in his stead,
An outcast with no hearth nor bed,
His very name now gone.

The Cursed one, the nameless one,
His soul cast to the flame,
Known not by name that he once bore,
But always and forever more
As he we do not name.