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lonnarin · 04-27-07, 11:29 AM

Fimbul winter, dawn of darkness
Blackened storm clouds streak the sky
Rage within us, flames grow higher
We march to war, hear our cry

When ere the leaves of the world tree's fallen
Skeletal limbs rattle with gusts of gloom
Kingdom in ruins, the tyrant lay rotting
March upon them, these days of doom

Towers swaying, god slaves praying
Across the fields the lamb shrieks, braying
Red dragon's rage from a shattered cage
Long were the days of kinsmen's slaying
The wells have all shattered and dried long ago
Long since hath been the light of day
Throne, crown and shield all lost and shattered
Here where the corpse of the world doth lay.

Despair
Oh tortured sullen peaks
Weep thy rage to the winds
Beware
Scaley wings of horror
At the gates where death and hell
All begin

Storm clouds snowing, darkness growing
Heretical hymns sung upon gusts of gloom
Without our savior, Bloodstone fallen
We die upon these dark days of doom

When ere the leaves of the world tree's fallen
Skeletal limbs rattle with gusts of gloom
Empire shattered, the tyrant lay rotting
March upon them, these days of doom

04-27-07, 11:29 AM	#1
lonnarin Lich Characters Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: On the moon with the rest of the space kitties Posts: 2,513 Thanks: 1,037 Thanked 836 Times in 350 Posts	Farros Galdor: Cursed Hymns of Unmaking Fimbul winter, dawn of darkness Blackened storm clouds streak the sky Rage within us, flames grow higher We march to war, hear our cry When ere the leaves of the world tree's fallen Skeletal limbs rattle with gusts of gloom Kingdom in ruins, the tyrant lay rotting March upon them, these days of doom Towers swaying, god slaves praying Across the fields the lamb shrieks, braying Red dragon's rage from a shattered cage Long were the days of kinsmen's slaying The wells have all shattered and dried long ago Long since hath been the light of day Throne, crown and shield all lost and shattered Here where the corpse of the world doth lay. Despair Oh tortured sullen peaks Weep thy rage to the winds Beware Scaley wings of horror At the gates where death and hell All begin Storm clouds snowing, darkness growing Heretical hymns sung upon gusts of gloom Without our savior, Bloodstone fallen We die upon these dark days of doom When ere the leaves of the world tree's fallen Skeletal limbs rattle with gusts of gloom Empire shattered, the tyrant lay rotting March upon them, these days of doom Last edited by lonnarin : 05-02-07 at 05:29 PM.