Towards The Pantheon
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May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darknessarise. We will travel for
eternity's into the unknown to reach what we seek. Right the waysthrough the barriers
of light, through wastelands where nothing but grief have becomethe eternal memory.
Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guidedby the shining moon
into the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds ofdestruction rages like
dancing shadows of pain. We will grant Him their pain. He willgrant us His flame. In
flesh and blood. He will arise to deliver the key. As the armorsblack robe slides
across the landscape, we will see the land of wisdom, strengthand pure evil... Darkness,
frost hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start tohowl again. May the age of
darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the pastagain... and forevermore.
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