TyrantJHuinge. OIch geh penne.
machs gut.
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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 hallsTyrantJHuinge. OIch geh penne.
machs gut.
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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