Beneath Snow and Stone
Buried treasures and relics, hidden from view,
In icy lands of the far north.
Endured across ages, and even on day,
When from stormgates, Infernals burst forth.
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Centuries on, and I stand in these ruins,
Of ancients that came long before.
Searching for answers, searching for means,
Of giving us way to win war.
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Above me, aurora, so-called Northern Lights,
Green contrails, they dance in the sky.
But in heart there's dread, for so long ago,
From above came beasts which did not die.
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Hours and days, I scour through this place,
In sanctum beneath snow and stone.
My time's running short, a new storm is coming,
On Earth, again day shall roam.
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Creatures of nightmare, creatures of pain,
Monsters, Infernal Host fel.
Who would have thought that all through our history,
That upward's direction of Hell?
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No time to think, no time to dither,
My research is vital, can't wait.
This culture of old, it must hold salvation,
Against creatures who use the stormgates.