The tainted man rides the lightning in the mountains of mist.
Unsworn Lord, inverted steel, takes shelter amongst those that thought to fight fire with fire
north and north, trapped under ice, airach proflean awakens at Callandor's sign
south and south, the hunters must go, held and escape agit'dredan, they bring back a fate.
creeping death upon the pattern, it descends upon the mirk. one young soul, a thread to be snipped, sacrifice the one for all
mental anguish, soul destruction, everything fades to black, absolution is only sought within tel'aran'rhiod
oasis upon the plains, caught between the white and the shine; the water tastes of iron and flows red, the Dragon's answer for whom the bell tolls
Messenger of fear in sight, dark deception kills the Light. Out from ruins once possessed, fallen city, living death. Lurking beneath the sea, great old one, answers the call of his name
