[by L. Carrol, translation by Robert Scott] Es brillig war. Die schlichte Toven Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben: Und aller-mümsige Burggoven Die
The solitude falls so heavy on me And loneliness leaves no salvation Wonderful face I desire to see I cannot resist desperation But like spark in the
Farewell to all, I'm in arms of eternal sleep In mourning hall your sorrow for me is too deep No feeble thought, you gaze into the void Think what
Dancing, dancing round the fires Scales of brass and blackened gold Wings of flame, obsidian eyes Miracle you behold Sparkling bliss you see in her motion
Aule the Forger has forged you in fire That was the truth they created for you Could you imagine Manve as liar? But your true father you never knew You
I fall into a lifeless pattern of sin Different, different, different Take part, soul flammable gas Play your role of uncertain death I'm havin' neither
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black moutain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it. See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and
Far in mountains lies the realm of sorrow A dying realm which fate's forever doomed Still live today but maybe dead tomorrow On blackened sky the shade
end, now you'll suffer your fall Sealed is your fate - you're out of your force" "How dare you, worthless one encroach on holy things Rakoth now you
"I'm one of the darkness, once of the light I'm holding the Beacon, holding the night And if one of the darkness has won over light The pure shall be
Pale grey landscapes The universe of ignorance Light and dark Attributes of blind duality Choking here, searching for escape From the poisonous vapour
Night, bloody night, such a sacred night I came to this night through the rivers of blood The spells I've cast and people I've killed Left no return so
Dwelling in the depths, lurking as unnoticed As the shadow can't lurk in the gloom of the Underdark's night Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice
[The Legend] "At the heart of silence writhing Flame now slowly dies unpowered anymore, with the strain of Keepers gone, those swone to keep the Flame
I am stretched on your grave, and you'll find me there always, If I had bounty of your arms I should never leave you. Little apple, my beloved, it is
Something disturbed my sleep - the spell is cast It grows within me so deep and shatters my rest I know this feeling, it calls to upper land The word
It was the age of darkness. And Evil ruled all over the land. And there was the one - He was Evil itself. He had no name and they called Him - NAMELESS
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