![]() ![]() ![]() An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound.The Draugen is a monster encountered during The Fremennik Trials quest that must be defeated in order to gain council member Sigli's vote. ![]() Bred from the sting of wolves' thorn, during the dreams of the night. Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers.īlackened blood in the eyes of others, the perfection of the soul through blood. The children of the night cry, a fallen father. Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with resentment. A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves. To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead. Crowned at night at the throne of madness. The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased. Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come. The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight. Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes. Nourished by spite and scornīlinded by fury. They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope. Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time. Som en viskande klinga, slår sanningens ord. ![]() Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid är här.īlodsmak i munnen, stillad äro hungern. Spröda och tomma, sprider etter,īlodets stöma berusar och när, ger mig åt kampen. Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp.Įtt föraktets dova töcken, närd av nid och hån.īländad av raseri, på hämndens vinger buren. Minnen svunna stiger åter ur tidens vittrande stoft. I fall down on my knees before her sickly splendour. The abyss and the dark, the bitter mother of pestilence. I wade through the dark in the river of memories, an endless call for the shores of death. I release my feeble grip, delivered from the web. My hands fill with the water of life, a warm flow, I gently perish. Heavy blackness blinds my sight, on trembling knees, the world slowly falls. Pain consumes the soul, a tear of silence falls, in soil drenched with sorrow, blackest earth. Släpper mitt svaga grepp, förlöst från väven.ĭjupet och mörkret, farsontes bittra moder.įaller på knä inför, hennes sjukliga prakt. Mot sorgedränkt jord, den svartaste mull.ĭarrandes på knä, världen faller skata ned. Smärtan tär själen, en tystnadens tår faller, I'll take this home with me, where soon the ale will be brewing. That's the end of that holler and damned roaring. With a roar of wrath against walls of stone, that break in his hand. Who is this evil-doer that frustrates my slumber? Whence this holler? Like a thorn in my soul. Shuns the sunlight in the day, flees the lands of men.Ī roaring rumble shatters Charcoal-Eye's sleep. slut på skränet och det fördömda brölet. Vadan detta skrän? som en törn i min ställ, In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles. Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars.įeel the embers, from the magic of the runes. Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain. In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles.įlowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom. The wrath of the berserk, slashes and tears, falling axes, moaning and screams, thundering horns, broken steel. ![]()
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