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In the gloom of sundown

the restless shadows wander.

Swallowing every ray of light

and bestow the night to arrive.

As dark clouds cloak the sky.

All is silent, no light, no sound.

Only the moon and the stars

revere this endless calm.

A distant glow, from caverns old

shatters this beautiful emptiness.

And the curtain of the night

cracks before the prophecy.

All the rivers run black

as the mountains weep.

And woods decay as the land

descent into netherworld.

The time is now.

Glory and honour.

Fall of men.

The shadowborn.

The dawn, forever gone.

Lights fade to oblivion.

A thousand stars vanish afar.

Triumph the age of the shadowborn.