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Entering the sacred world of might |
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To where the stormy kingdoms hold |
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Here naked winds blow cold and free |
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All black and dead on frozen ground |
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Pass the gate to |
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Blashyrkh worlds |
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An ever burning fire swirls |
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Here shadows hold a grimly sight |
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Dark must the eyes that see it be |
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DeathElder visions rise, the legends and myths |
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Once brought before the throne of might |
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Blacker of worlds, once |
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I would look upon its grace |
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With ever blowing winds, this realm consumes the light |
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Rule all that comes to eye, uphold the might |
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Gates to Blashyrkh, profane majestic realm |
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Unearthly kingdom, mighty raven dark |
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With ever blowing winds, this realm consumes the light |
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The gate is open with endless heights, tall and steep |
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Here moons at twilight above the misty deeps |
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Graced with eternal nights, ice blown by wind |
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Forests dark to see dead naked trees |
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Entering the sacred world of might |
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To where the stormy kingdoms hold |
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Here naked winds blow cold and free |
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All black and dead on frozen ground |
