Come, dark night... deep night, Sweep away the fading embers of the cruel sun, Let me at last dream 'neath the moon's sweet light, For the quest is over
THE WATCHER IN STONE: ...And I stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient, shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian, night-cloaked sky, as above
asunder... black-winged devils surge forth from the void... A maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought? Not sword, ballistae, nor burning
the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the stars are unlocked before me... I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule
ترجمة: Sagoth ، الكرة. Starfire حرق على العرش الجليد المحجبات من ثول أولتيما.
of the dread Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old, a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon
[The Watcher in Stone:] ...And I stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient, shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian, night-cloaked sky, as
face! Upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak I brood... My mantle, the leaves stirred by the whispering of the winds. The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon
unknown... Above, the bright winter's moon emerges a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea- mist writhes upon the
veil lifts, I feel my limbs transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian . And the laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon
Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I shall visit a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody carnage until I have your throne
down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen... great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from countless burning