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Old Arcania
In tongues he spoke; spirits he would invoke
old power drummed within
deep inside came a sound; something lost to be found
and soon it shall begin
Beneath the surface is a hum; soon it will become
the song began to vibrate
so the sigil the Priest would cast; to restore a distant past
no longer left to hibernate
Awakened is the fear; with a falling blood tear
awareness come to the ancient master
the storm would brew; and it still it grew
prey became the caster.
2:48 PM - 12/24/2006 -
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