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Down from the North they bring word
The mad priest is calling them
He's found the Door, in haunted lands where no one dares
The Elder Race before man, had sealed The Three beneath En Faln
The frozen plain beyond the peaks of shunned Albrunn
They are rising from The Pit! The priest summoned Them!
He summoned that which can't be fought,
The Wyrm of Fire and the Wyrm of Frost,
And the Formless One!
My steel will keep me, my chants will shield me through,
The Guarding Flame, and the Demon Priest that calls Them forth
The mountain halls are empty, the plain rises before me
There, stands the fool who conjures those who serve no one
They are rising from The Pit! The priest summoned Them!
He summoned that which can't be fought,
The Wyrm of Fire and the Wyrm of Frost,
And the Formless One!
He may be ancient, as I am old,
But what he's brought forth he can't hold
They will feast long, and raze the Earth, if the spell falls I will fall too
So, begin the song, the bardic chant
And drive these Gods back to the chasm
A flash of light, and They appear
A weaker man would die in true fear!
From Hell they came forth, and beneath En Faln they will return!
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