far above the ravengate the spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits Above the roaring depths Sits the oath of frost On the elder raventhrone Older mountains sleeping in my sight By chilling woods I stand A grimly sound of naked winds Is all that shall ever be heard from here Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls Cry of tavens lurk the realm Eternally through the noctambulant grimness ...Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh... ...Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...
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