All four are bound to the same land as we.
Some lay low, consumed in shadow,
Others stand tall, stretching their necks to see.
While none live in this sacred barrow,
They all demand your attention if you are to proceed.
The third eats what it can,
preferably number one.
The fourth fears the second,
but only when alone.
All must be activated in order,
if you wish to go home.