Horna Goblintower Breathed It's Mist
3 of 3 wandered there where Goblintower breathed it’s mist.
3 of 3 wandered there with their swords exhaling of black, like a wind that never blew,
but gave birth to countless storms.
They would be remembered, they three whom of His flame were ever.
Goblintower breathed it’s mist, a grim veil over Hornaland.
3 of 3 wandered there where their home was and which they always saw,
there where His eye saw, where from His flame had been lit in them.
Kings. Those three who were ever.
As trolls, bears, wolves and as goblins.
...of His flame.
