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There's darkness everywhere in the hall of time but a low glowing fire shines on lonly silhouettes nigh colums of chilliads with runes of fate scalds , bards and minstrels stare into the flames |
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Their lonly voices soar into the silence like a glint into the feeble light some runes start to shine in silvery letters forgotten stories of ruins and ne`er ending blight: |
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Far away from now in sunken times a fair young maiden followed the wind a will - o`- the - wisp led her astray into a vale of bleakness and grief |
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Thousands of men - struck the marching tune so they died and she greets seeding tears and waiting for harvest |
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Far away from now in sunken times a travelling lad followed an old path his thoughts stray constantly to the sky where elfs and wyverns fly his colleen by his side with so bright eyes shillelagh won`t ever fly again |
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Far away from now in sunken times an old bard sung with the wind the trees on an old path told him of a place his thoughts still long for |
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A hall of ancient wisdom and lore in the eclipse of abandoned time: |
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There`s darkness ... |
