the cold wind blows over the plains
white covered by snow with endless horizon
the man walks alone with his floating cloack
and the shiny armour frozen by ice
his long hairs blonde like grain
and blue eyes mirror of his soul
a proud knight lost in the land
with deep thoughts walking in the snow
Anthoritan Kalrog was his name
many adventures he lived since now
with a companion of good fellows
now were lost and he is alone
without his horse without a task
just remembering his past
a mountain shelter his family owned
somewhere here in these northern snowlands

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