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:]</i> "...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...
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The Castle Of Blackheim
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| Diabolical Masquerade |
