A dread fell on them,
As they passed between,
The lines of ancient stones.
There under the gloom,
Of black trees.
Right in their path,
Stood a single mighty stone,
Like a finger of doom.
The ancient runes
Were deeply graven.
They told of old,
Of the rhymes of bitterness,
And of the lords,
The lords of the stone.
As they passed between,
The lines of ancient stones.
There under the gloom,
Of black trees.
Right in their path,
Stood a single mighty stone,
Like a finger of doom.
The ancient runes
Were deeply graven.
They told of old,
Of the rhymes of bitterness,
And of the lords,
The lords of the stone.
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