Irreligious aka Ocularis Infernum (_irreligious_) wrote,
Irreligious aka Ocularis Infernum
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Summoning - As Echoes from the World of Old



There was and old king, on a high throne.
His white beard lay, on knees of bone.
In secret treasury, in the dark ground.
Its strong doors, were iron bound.

The swords of his thanes were, full whit rust.
His glory fallen, his rule unjust.
His halls hollow, and his towers cold.
But thing he was, of elvish gold.

He heard not the horns, in the mountain pass.
He smelt not the blood, on the trodden grass.
But his halls were burned, and his kingdom lost.
In a freezing pit, his bones were tossed.

Как отголоски старого мира.

И был старый король, на высоком престоле
Его белая борода лежала на костяных коленях
В секретной сокровищнице, в темной земле
Прочные двери железом обиты.

Мечи его танов покрылись ржавчиной
Его слава померкла, его правление несправедливо
Его залы пусты, а башни холодны
Но он был из эльфийского золота.

Он не слышал рогов на горном перевале.
Он не вдыхал запах крови на потоптанной траве.
Но его залы были сожжены, а его королевство потеряно.
В ледяной яме его кости были брошены.
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