She has risen from the empire everdark
In shape of a sad pale ghost
Coldness gripped the land, death conquered
And rivers turned to frost...
Every living being, sentient,
Feels Morana’s winter, so cold, so real...
For her powers, darkened, ancient
Set their frost-embrace on life, to kill...
Oh, dark is her clasp of snow and ice and frost
Yet even darker is her icy grasp
Through Nav she wanders, lost...
Seducer of mortal men
Ominous assassin of their sanity
Embodiment of malice, envy,
Arrogance and vanity...

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