Woorden: Ved Buens Ende.... It's Magic.

Admire it in its sleep.
Wounded, and embraced by dreams.
Whatever wanders in these depths,
it shall carry along.
This shore is for the throne...

I am forever.

A storm, but ever so fearless it wandered.


Fear me, wherever it stands,
from here...

I was the storm.

It's magic, wounded one...