A Time of chaos, magic and steel
A nation, an army, brought to its heel
Against a tide - peerless in foe
To discover a secret lost long ago
Of wicked hearts, of wicked minds
A forsaken riddle, forgotten in time
Underneath the ice, trapped in the rhime
Atop a mountain we must climb
Forward
On and on, we march
To find the source of power - the light
I must gather my will
They Swore
One would wield this tired curse
In my heart I know, there is more to learn
About the Crucible's might
They Swore
One would wield Crucible
The light surrounds me
I am shown the path to take, it is not mine
Another will take my place
One born immortal, yet of mortal line
Will save us all
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