Crown of Hibernians
The levels of the sky for the asking, conjuring of the elder language and shades of light, blind and bright these the first order and their glories, braced be true the summoning on this day of englightenment, truth, voice, nomadic, all is risen darkness in the wake of the holy wars against your dark dominion, take on you this crown of crowns and slay against the villain emperor.
Don Crown Hibernius withing, from glory to grave.
A picture painted gold the color of this crown Hibernia Regex, ultima in evisceratus Elden Ring darkness, impropriety notwithstanding this looks as if layers of the entropic state, for flakes of black magic replaced by digital malaise, perhaps it then is Black Metal for them a consequence of runes misplaced, for it is Bathory worn of crown, throned of hells the names is said.
It's the artwork that produces the throne of at least three hells against the escapism, this a very real picture has illusion, the omen of itself, the threat of purpose, the signalling autocracy eye of theives and thought, master, perhaps even thoughtmasters in th epres ence o fthe...
The wanted crown is free by will of Nothingfold.
Summarium
Crown is an altar of Hell,
n then prominence an altar,
loffing at their deeds the morose,
attendre et passer,
bek heh fna,
bands of glory on skulls for stones here,
there waiting the deathly hallows of winter,
the fires of summer nights fault of felony,
or the vampires of hell,
sitting on the crowns of hibernian,
each hell hath crown room,
and each room hast not one,
in the misfortune of warrior adventurous raids,
in the torrential malign of most terrible storms,
in question of the king who would wear it,
those angels have trained you well,
words of the many,
sweat running over battlefield puddles,
dropping into our presence,
Amnesty Anesthesia
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Dissolute Desires,
non blonque farida
recharge and replenish your charges and plenishments,
when you see the Crowns of Hibernians.
This room is of few you can buy of many you can,
careful choice of interwoven hexes the Norns have alloted on thee,
they as many allow you to return,
the previous and the last,
never the first of the last grain of sand,
neverfallen,
each three boughten bear light,
each four your choice where spawned,
for this is the gravel and grave,
of the Three Hells of Castithan,
another world to reconquer.
