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I unveiled the scarfs, the opening was made

The other world had awaited this so called new dawn

Laden with a remembrance of my thousand ages

Will it be just as I expect or are they so mighty?

I cannot tell

Through the mists of Transcendence

Eight days of travel

The time to get my thoughts right

The Call of Morning Rising

I am not prepared to be their lord

To cherish and help

To preserve and love

To bring good where good is needed

And to bring destruction where destruction is needed

Wings to guide me

Dragons of the mountains of Gwandir

Rise from thine crypts

The days of glory are back

Guide me...riding the Clouds

Princess of the Shadows

Praseodymium