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by Dominik Vrucinic Standing still like Caradhras, in the eternity of it's essence, as the fullmoon gazes, upon this ancient place... In this moment, mist crawled trough, the desolate ruins, buried by the layers of time... Whispering to the mountains, the last warm rays of the sun, become the cold frozen grasp, of night's dead hand... Night devours me, as I am reborn, in the blood of Svitogor, I have awoken... Shadows now rise, and summon the ancestral fire, to cleanse this ancient land, And as the ages unfold, the dawn of the, forgotten times, rises from within... |