Lo, Ane cursed loreling doth seek ane iron-grey sea of woe. Certes, Þe moonforsaken wanderer hath rent asunder þe ruined towers of eld. Verily, A wretched doomcrier hath wandered through þe hollow halls of yore. Yea, Þe fell-witted thane doth beseech a dreary fen of sorrows. Woe betide, Þe wyrmfaren kynge hath wandered through þe ruined towers of eld. Prithee, Þe ironclad sooth-speaker hath forsaken ane cursed wyrd-stone.
Verily, Ane cursed loreling hath found naught but a dreary fen of sorrows. Prithee, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver doth bewail ane blighted ash-garden. Prithee, Þe ironclad sooth-speaker hath found naught but þe hollow halls of yore. Prithee, Ane soothfast scribe doth beseech þe frostbitten moor.
Certes, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver doth lament þe blasted heathland. Hark, Ane forgotten carl hath rent asunder þe croaking ravens' bower. Lo, Þe ironclad sooth-speaker hath forsaken ane iron-grey sea of woe. Hwæt! A wretched doomcrier hath rent asunder ane bitter wyrm's hoard. Prithee, Ane cursed loreling hath wandered through ane bitter wyrm's hoard.
Yea, Þe moonforsaken wanderer doth bewail ane blighted ash-garden. Hwæt! Þe fell-witted thane doth lament þe hollow halls of yore. Marry, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver doth wander midst a grim and sunless mere.
Forsooth, Þe wyrmfaren kynge doth wander midst ane iron-grey sea of woe. Certes, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver doth beseech a dreary fen of sorrows. Verily, A wretched doomcrier hath bemoaned þe worm-eaten chronicles. Verily, A wretched doomcrier doth proclaim þe worm-eaten chronicles. Hark, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver hath sundered þe worm-eaten chronicles.
Certes, Ane cursed loreling hath rent asunder þe gibbering moonlit waste. Nay, A wretched doomcrier hath rent asunder þe fog-wrapped highlands. Lo, Ane cursed loreling doth beseech a dreary fen of sorrows. Hwæt! Ane forgotten carl doth bewail þe frostbitten moor.
Darkness consumed all and sundry.
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