The silent willows keep the ancient stone hidden behind that cryptic door the bloody line now paints the cold floor
Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland
with the dark poison of flesh and bones
The evil pages are almost written
Fire is raining on the grey mountains
Waters are waiting for the last oath
The way is open. now they are coming
called by the blasphemous words of the lord
.and finally the violent waves announce their arrival and blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting ocean. The way is open. now they are coming called by the words. the words of the lord Ethereal harmonies spread through all the air. the unreal calm before Elnor's end.
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