A Journey To The Celestial Garden

The mountain's wind whispers tales of war

Ov crimson stains on that snow so pure before

A tall knight of ancient lore

Through the misty valleys where shadows reign evermore

Embrace the fallen and the frost

O silent wind

Cold and stark

Burning heat

Fall of hope

Consummed by the dark

The wind howls a mournful tune through the cold and crackling branches of ancient pines

Frosted needles weighted with death and suffering

Thick and heavyair scented with rotten flesh

A whisper of decay and a fainted tint of blood

Approaching the Black Keep

Obsidian stone

Rising from the heart of winter

Shrouded in an eternal cycle of mist and snow

Forgotten corner of the world

Dark and potent forces fueling it's fighters might and hatred against others

Death

Fire

Blood and sodomy

Are the only warmth to be found for those who dare dwell in it's shadow