I stand, imprisoned in the undead keep. Fire surrounding me, arrows shot at me. One hopeful elf is what I am. Holding my sword is what I do. I do these to keep my faith. From appearing to you.
I stand, imprisoned in the undead keep. Fire surrounding me, arrows shot at me. One hopeful elf is what I am. Holding my sword is what I do. I do these to keep my faith. From appearing to you.