So dark are these paths no human eye should see
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Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad
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Grow savage blackthorns'ere yonder secret cave
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For hid shalt remain the dun Elfin Grot
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...Yet for mee to know...
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Subterranean ruins falling from rocky clouds
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Far anvils echo in the snow-covered temple
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Beyond the lake mist, on the opposite shore
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Silhouettes are dancing an elemental dance
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...The Nine Worthies stand there...
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In the bleeding One turked the ruin of a royalty once forlorn
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But in a future of centuries old They will leave the catacombs of earth
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A Lyre In The Old Vesper's Realm
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Crown Of Autumn |