EMPTY HALLS SING A HOLLOW FALL
DUST-STREWN COBBLESTONES LEAD THEM HOME
SHIPS NOW DREAMING IN THEIR QUIET PORTS
RAISE YOUR GLASS TO THE ONES RETURNING
ICY BARROWS AND FORGOTTEN SWORDS
SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAINS HOLD FORGOTTEN WORDS
DEEDS HEROIC AND DEEDS UNKNOWN
CARVED UPON THE EMPTY THRONE
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