HardiBethlehem – Disctius te Necare
Korrekt.
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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 hallsHardiBethlehem – Disctius te Necare
Korrekt.
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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