KapputtmacherA P O C A L Y P T I C A
H Ö R A U F M I T D I E S E M S C H E I ß
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The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's hallsKapputtmacherA P O C A L Y P T I C A
H Ö R A U F M I T D I E S E M S C H E I ß
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The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's halls