Awakened by the wailing of glacial winter winds, I arise from the hailstone to the majestic sight of brooding sunless skies.
How many moons have passed while I slumbered deep within these halls?
For all that once was is now but ruin and ice
It's so cold
Echoing out across the infinite tundra, my screams remain unanswered
For everyone I have ever known and loved are gone forever
Yet I hear them still, weeping beneath oceans of ice
And I mourn them still, yearning to find peace among them
Am I to linger in these realms until the stars wither and fade?
Must I live to grieve for all of those I have left behind?
And thus I walked the earth for untold aeons, in search of life through vestigial ruin
But with each and every step that I took in the cold wastes, my grieving soul only grew weary
Then I saw time devour the stars, and watched as the frozen rivers of the Juurn would reflect their light no more
And I saw to the east a black sun rise over the bronze hills, and upon the sight of this fearful vision, I knelt in the snow and drew my sword into the ice
Over the mountainside lies the end of my quest, I'm calling to the night sky
Gone with the wind, my words are fading
Take my sword and open thy gates
Take my shield and grant me everlasting respite