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Old albion's heart where white frost grips the golden hoard

From ancient root the harvest claims its price For timber felled a silent

From musk-laced air where titans forge their gilded chains, the

From shadows deep, a scroll uncurls, revealing gilded lies.

The veiled scroll of ages unfurls, whispering names to the global winds, as

Ancient ice, though fractured by the sun’s fierce breath, will