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