In the times of magical lore
Arouse a whine from earthen core
Amongst the land of eerie cold
Awoke a form, a darkened soul
Since then the war raged on the earth
And life subdued in the shadows of yore
Evil men march on the grounds
Now Battle looms and fear resounds
Blood shall fill the Valleys of Old
Men shall die on Battles cold
Swift arrows and strong bows
Shall rip apart, the flesh and bone
Poisoned blood fills the hearts
Swords and shields, clash and spark
Untold secrets come apart
And seals the fate of ember stars
And then a shadow opens the Eye
To reveal a glowing, golden light
Upon its sight the Wulfs shall cry
The Ashen Birth shall reveal its flight
















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