wind dancing on the trees Heavenly music of wanderers I'm looking for the land of miracles The road that nobody has walked on The land that nodody has
for I am izual the fallen guardian banned from the ancient horadrim aeryel and tyrael my brothers now slayed for that which my mind had possessed dying
nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished
