Once they ruled the world with terror,
now they crawled in the deepest misery.
Yet their power was not diminished,
Fallen ones designed a treacherous plan.
Long before the Day of Wrath,
Echoes of the old revealed the magic.
Wizards gained the source of power,
hidden well, but mightier than anyone knew.
Lightless days were long and dreadful,
darkness hid the effort of the tireless minds.
Triumph was here, the plan succeeded,
brought the sunken realm back to the earth.
No one could possess the force to create,
Echoes of the old faded already.
City returned, but now not with the lights,
deathless creatures bearing nothing but sorrow.
Wizards incapable
to flight out from suffering.
Stayed in hell, spent their force of magic.
Crushed by fate, lost in common memories.

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