And when storm wind shall blow fast
It shall erase who stand around
And you will see the look of Lord
of Quaking Mist who ruins the bound
The path of death shall open up
Just take the arrow pure gold
And loose it to the Northern wind
Which blows from the plains of cold
Your foot will step on path to land
Where sky looks like a mirror black
When bloody tears will wash away
Your steps you’ll hear the word and track
Of stones. Just listen to their voice
You will come through the Quaking Mist
To city with the tower spires
Pierced sky till stars if they exist
Just look around and erase
From stone which stands in central part
One hundred thousand of names
And door which closed will open up
As fire licking bloody clay.
You – leave the earth and curse the way.
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a 44 s e l a h
b 6 42 57 41 44 40 224
c 15
d 30 4257414440224 17611616 241739
e 57
f 12
g 5
h 40
i 34
j 3
k 12
l 41
m 8
n 38
o 63
p 13
q 2
r 38
s 42
t 53
u 23
v 2
w 24
x 1
y 15
z 0
. 3
– 1
129
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And when storm wind shall blow it shall murder every one standing around and alive. And you will see
the look of the Lord of the Quaking Mist that throws everything into the boundless Ruination. And the
path of death shall be opened. So then you take the arrow of pure gold and loose it against the wind
blowing from the North. Your foot steps on the path to the land where sky looks like black mirror. When
bloody tears wash away your steps you listen to the word of stones. Listen their dumb voice and you will
come through the Quaking Mist to the city where tower spires pierced the sky till the stars. Take a look
and erase one hundred of thousands names from the stone. Right after you did it the door shall be
opened as fire that licks the flesh. Then, taking your leave of the earth, you curse the way and enter.
And when storm wind shall blow it shall murder every one standing around and alive. And you will see 100 A n d w h e
the look of the Lord of the Quaking Mist that throws everything into the boundless Ruination. And the 101 t h e l o o
path of death shall be opened. So then you take the arrow of pure gold and loose it against the wind 100 p a t h o f
blowing from the North. Your foot steps on the path to the land where sky looks like black mirror. When 103 b l o w i n g
bloody tears wash away your steps you listen to the word of stones. Listen their dumb voice and you will 104 b l o o d y
come through the Quaking Mist to the city where tower spires pierced the sky till the stars. Take a look 104 c o m e t h
and erase one hundred of thousands names from the stone. Right after you did it the door shall be 97 a n d e r a
opened as fire that licks the flesh. Then, taking your leave of the earth, you curse the way and enter. 103 o p e n e d
812
a 45 s e l a h
b 8 41 78 33 45 47 244
c 7
d 30 42 57 41 44 40 224
e 78
f 13
g 10 -1 21 -8 1 7 20
h 47
i 34
j 0
k 13
l 33
m 10
n 42
o 62
p 9
q 2
r 40
s 41
t 67
u 21
v 5
w 17
x 0
y 17
z 0
. 10
149
, 2
0