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Beholding the old reign fall a legacy is lost

Before the arrival of the waves and winds

Quiet in the woods of ever crying shapes

Twisted in remembrances

I saw the fall of the caves

The home of the first forefathers

When men returned as beasts

To serve to an unknown fate

A legacy is lost

The whispers of the gods fed the ground

When the ravens of Lug appeared

With fury and passion they taught our world to fight

They taught what pride means

And the wolves ruled my land

With howls and chants

I was there in lament

Now this legacy is lost