Somewhere Beyond the Frozen Moors in the Highest North

Where only the Falling Snow from the Sky managed to Enter

A Kingdom Forever Deserted since it's Birth

Forgotten in the Extremest of Storms and Cold

A Landscape in Ancient Sleep of Deathlike Silence

Yet Breathing in the Growing Wastelands of Frost



"...At the End of this Bitter Winter Eternity

Laid the Ultimate Overshadowed Ice Forest on Earth...

Once the Northern Lightning Struck the Skies

It became a Shape in the Entangeling Ice...

Winds of Great Haze Whispered upon the Blizzard Storms...

an Arctic Domain under a Grinning Silver Moon..."



In the Center of the Frozen Burial Ground

The Most Monumental Grey Creation was Placed

To Conquer Time by Possessing Immortality



Unseen Spirits of the Ancient Universe

Sent a Vision through half a Mortal Dream

The Sentinel of the World to all Black Elves

Was Predictive and Granted by the Wisdom

He had to Transcend his Cryptic Wishes



All Life and Time stood Still for that Moment

Even the Winds Rode Colder and Stronger

The Gate Closed with a dustfilled Breath of Vaacum

And so it's heard..This became the Castle of Blackheim



(And even Today the Propechy Tells)

When all Spirits are as many as Stars