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the Secret moon
the Sword is taken
Now the ancient foe
and Mordaar did feel
is a weapon of death
It was formed to sever
The dread of doom
souls from their breath
Guardian Treal
does Negankerdak
wield
as desperate harried
Yet the light must
enter the darkest lair
The ruthless blade
So to banish the
lurking shadows there
But Light shall
To Vorda's darkness
he hopeless parried
At Negankerdak
's waking
inflamed with hate
The Earthwrough
t's glow
A Vordan crept up
through a black Shalda Gate
will its destiny yield
became as frozen
An enslaving shroud
cast through the
In the hand
Golm Mountains dim
It fell upon Arnen
