Black blades in their hands
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Obey his every command
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They search for that which was lost
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Through realms of rime and of frost
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Where no mortal may pass
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Atop a dais of glass
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Sits a scepter of light
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A symbol of titan's might
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He comes from cities of darkness
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To suffer harlots and fools
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Loneliness is his raiment
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Solitude is his jewel
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He's seen the valleys of solace
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Beheld the spires of sleep
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He's fed the pyres of the fallen
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And heard their widows weep
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We come from cities in darkness
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To conquer cowards and fools
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Loneliness is our payment
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Solitude is our due
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Walk through valleys of solace
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Ascend the spires of sleep
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Ignore the warnings of prophets
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And for your children I'll weep
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Skies blackened with crows
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Shadows on winter's snow
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Within a temple of ice
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Priestesses perform the rites
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Witness the setting of suns
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The darkest days have begun
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Let the seers come forth
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At morning's light we ride north
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Ebethron
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| The Sword |
