Wild, savage, old Aryan sleeps
In the Northern Lands...
Ancient myths telling of a king.

" A legend told about a long ago wise king
Who betrayed his own, denying truth for sin.
This tale speaks about his attempt to reign,
His forsaken will for a power unable to obtain;
But Darkness heard his prey from the gloom
And from that moment the King carried doom...
He forged Agharrax the Black into a sword,
Carrying with him pity, destruction and war! "

MAJESTIC DAWNS, LIFT ME TO THE OLD REIGN!
ANCESTORS' SOULS, LIGHT MY SPIRIT FROM YOUR HALLS!
AGHARRAX ROSE FROM HELL FOR YOU!
BOREAL SKIES, OH BLESS MY SHY DOMAIN!
HEIRS OF MINE, LET YOUR KIND RULE 'TIL THIS WORLD FALL!
WHIRLING SNOW, DANCING ICE, ENTWINE!

AMBROSIAL DRINKS, GOLDEN THRONES WAITING FOR ME...
ETERNAL LIFE FOR A MAN IMPOSSIBLE TO BE OWNED...
IS MY DREAM, MY PURPOSE, SO BAD?
I CAN'T ACCEPT ANY CHAINS ON MY SOUL!
I WILL NOT LIVE AS A BEING UNAIBLE TO WALK ITS PATH!
SO I HAIL WITH A CRY DARKNESS!

" Winded by wrath and withered in shadows,
Calling other poor souls who became his fellows,
He changed into Kraagh the terrible Dark Knight,
The others into Knightdooms, in an awful night!
They run out of Aryan, 'til Anior Neridon Wood,
Where Elves lived by Humans misunderstood...

This terrible act gave the chance to a group of Wise Men
To unite in the Druids' Order...
The Future was decided and so the End of the World "

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