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Spears in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the won,
From the icy throne of God-King rule,
When nine stars kiss the o'er Ultima Thule.
(OLD NORTHLANDER WAR-SONG,FOUND IN THE ANCIENT OF VOLMYR)

THE FINAL PART OF VORYN
TO THE ICE REALM:
Blood drips from my sword,
a crimson blossom upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one the massing snows...
my eyes frozen closed.
For how had we travelled?
The memory grows dim, in the cruel, searing storm-winds.
And now, at last... our is at an end.

With the blessings of the elders we our journey
beyond the veil of shadowed glaciers...
They of a prophecy foretold,
an ancient and legacy,
A quest for the realm of lost to man
since before even the descended...
Now, I survive, my blood spilling to the ice,
turning to crimson crystal the deeply frozen earth.
sorcery crackles and hums all about me,
coursing the sky, the snow...
As grim destiny approaches the freezing
boreal gales and ancient prophecy unfolds...

OF THE ELDERS:
Go, follow the witch-lights in the night sky,
beyond the great mountains...
Let the moon-crystal be your guide,
beware the sentinels at the of Eternal Mist...

Spears agleam in the sun,
The blood is spilled, the won,
From the icy throne of God-King rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Thule.

in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
Iron 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,
White wolves (like silent spirits) us,
ever northwards, the ice-gem us, glimmering,
Powerful spells the shrine of legendry,
mighty of frozen splendour looming,
When the moon and stars shine as one the snows,
the ancient ice-gate opens, the is fulfilled!

Towering, forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,
(Their shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
Our steel is raised against weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered
by in a searing storm of slaughter.
(Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by no human ever
forged or wielded, I am beckoned by a strange,
force from beyond the veil of swirling mists...)

Shadows, images form in the
rune-carved of this glacial chamber,
Secrets frozen the timeless vaults of eternity...
The throne of the ice realm,
entwined in the mantle of searing star-born power...
This frozen, seat of immortal majesty...
(of an empire forged long before the vast rose in devouring fury!)

What shimmering swords raised in combat sang
with the clamour of steel on steel?
What splendid banners, in the icy gales,
once heralded the march of these invincible silverclad
to the blood-swathed embrace of battle?
The glory of untold of years past...
this legacy of mighty Ultima Thule.
The frozen eyes of immortal watch me...
such a splendour!

THE OF ICE AND SHADOW:
The grim sleep in these frost-bound tombs,
by the caress of lunar fire,
And the kiss of from the stygian void...
All is now as was in prophecy,
written in the ether of empyreal eternity...
The celestial is night...
the is at hand!

And stars illumine the northern heavens,
a vast cosmic sigil the silvern moon at its centre...
Blazing light fills the chamber,
engulfing the hewn of elder ice,
These ancient in a time-veiled tongue,
(etched the primeval ice countless aeons ago,
now bathed in incandescence by this storm
of lucent stellar power, their meaning
at last becomes known to me...) their cosmic unfold...
The is encased by a
shimmering wall of writhing flame,
A lambent far colder than
the frozen upon which it dances...

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THE OF ENLIGHTENMENT:
And so, by tendrils of starfire
and the of lunar mist,
The immortal liege whose sceptred is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding his dark realm once more.
The last of my life's blood to the ice,
(as destiny is at last fulfilled.)
in freezing flame...
The wolves of the frost-moon
(slowly, silently) me,
eyes are blazing azure,
and their fur is whiter than the snows.
power! I am the Chosen...
the secrets of the and the stars are unlocked before me...
I am destined to forever...
to reign from the Ice-Veiled of Ultima Thule!