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Blashyrkh (Mighty Ravendark)
  
   far above the ravengate
 
 the spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits
 
 Above the roaring depths
 
 Sits the oath of frost
 
 On the elder raventhrone
 
  
  Older mountains sleeping in my sight
 
 By chilling woods I stand
 
 A grimly sound of naked winds
 
 Is all that shall ever be heard from here
  
 
 Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls
 
 Cry of tavens lurk the realm
 
 Eternally through the noctambulant grimness
  
 
 ...Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh...
 
 ...Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...