North…
Sparkling reflections dance in the air
Glimmers of silver
Above a shining castle

As it has been
And shall again
He knows the secrets of time
Loyal friend of the sober hours
A kingdom made of night is his domain
And mine

In an ancient land in the far north
Where life seems abundant, but nothing lives

In caves of crystal
And hollow mountains
The places where the living and dead avoid
Not out of fear

Beyond the shores of the black north
In a land that moves like waves
A bastion for the weary and broken
The Throne of the King of Dark Elves

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