What is, what will be, and whatever became tell of the runes from Asgard.
For hundreds of years they have shown in an eternal stone, carved in the torchlight. Great deeds of the past of light and darkness.
The day well come when the courts break the ban of evil. The bells ring and disaster wakes. Irresistibly it executes its heir.
Once a great battle was lost, even though the prophecies had sworn you would be victorious. Fate decieves you and drives you into death. So it was written from a bloody hand. In Asgard's runes the myths wisdom is immortalized like a juries decision.
It warns you before the clang that wakes the souls sounds. Grey and frights warn against the full revenge.
Dark wind and twin lights. The legend's ties break. You venture to the bloody runes to the point where you hear the bells of Asgard loudly.
Time is close to corruption. Time is stored in runes. Time is sad. Everlasting interrogation is with you.
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