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From their ancient thrones

the oldest Gods are dying,

watching their empire in ruins.

The sacred bones burn in rivers of dust.

Buried in the roots of archaic stones

they are prisoners of time.

Threats in the west beyond the mountain,

the black sunrising.

Black clouds announce the storm,

the acceptance of another God,

the surrender of the biggest hospiton

the extinction of the blazing flame.

Blood runs from the edge of a wounded land

enshrouding all the great monoliths

and throwing them into the dust of Earth.

The downfall of Nur has reached end.