wind dancing on the trees Heavenly music of wanderers I'm looking for the land of miracles The road that nobody has walked on The land that nodody has
nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished
for I am izual the fallen guardian banned from the ancient horadrim aeryel and tyrael my brothers now slayed for that which my mind had possessed dying