Shards of crystal scatter
before a hammer...

There are but a few dying embers remaining,
A few throbbing gems in the darkness...

Of the Talon and the Horn
No greater loss is seen...

Evergreen eyes of primordial spirit
haunt her present earthy tones...

I am the Shadowwalker,
The walker 'tween worlds...

Six signs were given
In days gone passed...

Swiftly into haunting days
Recklessly I craving ride...

Who are you who in all humility
Deigns to be great in your simplicity...

She voted to maintain support sanctify him,
wanting to be protected from the terrors of his...

When two fronts clash,
fire and ice warring skyward...

I\'ll be looking for you
in all the old familiar places...

It claws for me in the dark,
or in the misty ambiguity...