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A flock of birds ascends as the dreamer awakes

I behold without breath a world ablaze

The wooden halls stand in flames

The mountain fortress crumbles

The pantheon of oak is under siege

My mouth is filled with ashes

Every breath tastes like defeat

I flee in search of shelter

Towards the mountain peaks

I leave this ravaged land

I retreat to contemplate

Where I can become one

With mist and snow

With wind and stone

I ride on the back of the last of the black wolves

I bring with me the antler of the last of the white stags

I seek counsel with the spirits of the wild

Residing in the ruins of melting glaciers high above

A feral force shall gather

Stormclouds herald the way

A thawing glacierheart

Starts beating for the last time

The spirits of the night shall enlighten the darkened sky

As the wild hunt heads for the world of man

Within the forge of progress

Ancient forests vanish

I grieve for the scalped hills

As the glacier's heart falls silent

The white stag won't ever reach the forgotten glade

All that is wild and free will die on this fateful day

Everything of beauty

Everything worth living for

Will be engulfed by flames

Will be consumed by machinery

I shall perish, fading ghostlike into the night

Desperate yet knowing that my sacrifice was not in vain

So I shall perish, leaving this world forever

Desperate yet knowing that I brought twilight into the world of man