No Escape from Fate

Possessing knowledge
Of unspeakable things,
Traveling the continent
In the company of uncrowned kings.

Searching for clues
In archaic fragmented rhymes
To unlock the puzzle
Of ancient unsolved crimes

Nowhere we won’t travel
Once we’ve finally set forth:
Snowy mountain passes;
Dwarven mines in the cradle of Jörð.

From the deepest dark dungeon
To sanctuaries on the roof of the world
Facing opposing demon armies
With banners proudly unfurled.

A shadow falls from the east,
From where a cold wind blew
The outcome long since written,
As the weird well sisters knew.

Across nine kingdoms
A lone horn does blow
The end begins here and now
Finally facing the beloved foe.

Though this day is our last
Courage never once fails,
Fight the fight that must be fought
Leaving others to tell the tales.

9/13/16-3/7/17

Jörð is pronounced “Yorth”

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