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Our burden is great

Hopes of mankind been carried away

Hope is in truly tiny,

like snow on a damp summers day

Behold the Hoarwell

The river of the troll falls,

of the northern moores

Far beyond the trollshaws

The darkness arises

On icy fellwinds

On a damp summers day

The price of the nine is abroad

The Witchking, the warden of the north

Here lies our perilous path

In veils of destiny...entwined

At dawn, through the realms of ice we walk

Like thieves at nightstalk

Into the dragons Den, the iron fortress

To complete our perilous quest