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Adorned Brood Hiltia

gikoran kuning hiltia. He is immortal, his pinions carry winds upon our feeble spirits he hears the bestial of our being serving him by lust to kill. Kuning hiltia

Der Morgen bricht herein und scheint durch den Nebel so matt. Stille herrscht uber die ruhenden Krieger. Aus einem Hinterhalt, schelmig lachend, durch

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The moon lets proudly glisten the warpaint and spikes the knights they stand over there watching in the dark are fearless while they think That could

Ich wei?, da? ich hing am windigen Baum neun Nachte lang mit dem Ger verwundet geweiht dem Odin ich selbst mir selbst, an jenem Baum da jedem... ...

So I once rode with sword and shield the path of my fate destiny upwards the rock of eternity with a countenance stiff from pain the summit seems far