The third eye of the Angel guided the Dragonlady as she shined the bright white light, her wings spread wide, the wind below, the crack of her movement frightened like Thunder lingering in the air.
The Angel of Death danced in the space of the halls of Valhalla, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers of their own moved as one. The dead arose from deep the sleep...
Avallah!
Avallah!
Avallah!
Who guards your enemies gate?
Be still and listen
The names are so many
So many through time
One day I'll tell you a story
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