"Hail, traveller. I am the ancient letters hewn unto good stone, covered in lichen and moss. Lays of a faraway land were breathed into me. I speak of times when the stars were forged, of battles long forgotten by men. Spare a moment in your journey if you please, and hear what I have to say." https://eastlandrunes.bandcamp.com/
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Unravelling Of Rimes And Tales
Black Skull Hanging On Snowy Spruce
Languishing Of Tiamir, Lord Of Granite Knoll
The Portly Oxen (A Wayside Inn)
Ocean's Sigh
Death Of Tiamir, Haunted By Shadows
Cloaked In The Winter Lake Fog The Spirits Slumber
Meditations In A Grotto
Dungeon Of Tiamir, Where Foul Goblins Dwell
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