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Somewhere Beyond the Frozen Moors in the Highest North |
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Where only the Falling Snow from the Sky managed to Enter |
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A Kingdom Forever Deserted since it's Birth |
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Forgotten in the Extremest of Storms and Cold |
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A Landscape in Ancient Sleep of Deathlike Silence |
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Yet Breathing in the Growing Wastelands of Frost |
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(Voice:) "...At the End of this Bitter Winter Eternity |
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Laid the Ultimate Overshadowed Ice Forest on Earth... |
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Once the Northern Lightning Struck the Skies |
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It became a Shape in the Entangeling Ice... |
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Winds of Great Haze Whispered upon the Blizzard Storms... |
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an Arctic Domain under a Grinning Silver Moon..." |
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In the Center of the Frozen Burial Ground |
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The Most Monumental Grey Creation was Placed |
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To Conquer Time by Possessing Immortality |
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The Sworn Oath was Coming True |
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Unseen Spirits of the Ancient Universe |
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Sent a Vision through half a Mortal Dream |
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The Sentinel of the World to all Black Elves |
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Was Predictive and Granted by the Wisdom |
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He had to Transcend his Cryptic Wishes |
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All Life and Time stood Still for that Moment |
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Even the Winds Rode Colder and Stronger |
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The Gate Closed with a dustfilled Breath of Vaacum |
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And so it's heard..This became the Castle of Blackheim |
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(And even Today the Propechy Tells) |
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When all Spirits are as many as Stars |
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Something not Known in Words will come to Happen... |
