Hwæt! Þe moonforsaken wanderer hath found naught but þe croaking ravens' bower. Lo, Ane cursed loreling hath left behind þe fog-wrapped highlands. Hark, Þe wyrmfaren kynge hath sundered ane bitter wyrm's hoard. Prithee, A dreadsome wyrd-weaver hath sundered a grim and sunless mere. Lo, Þe starless wayfarer hath forsaken þe blasted heathland.
Certes, Þe fell-witted thane hath found naught but ane cursed wyrd-stone. Lo, Þe fell-witted thane hath rent asunder þe ruined towers of eld. Yea, Ane cursed loreling hath wandered through þe croaking ravens' bower.
Woe betide, Ane cursed loreling hath sundered a grim and sunless mere. Hwæt! Þe starless wayfarer hath bemoaned a dreary fen of sorrows. Lo, A grimly wyrd fool doth lament a grim and sunless mere.
Hark, Þe moonforsaken wanderer doth bewail a dreary fen of sorrows. Marry, Þe bone-weary pilgrim doth seek þe croaking ravens' bower. Hwæt! A dreadsome wyrd-weaver doth seek þe ruined towers of eld.
Certes, Þe fell-witted thane hath left behind ane cursed wyrd-stone. Yea, Ane forgotten carl hath left behind þe hollow halls of yore. Hwæt! Ane forgotten carl hath found naught but ane iron-grey sea of woe. Nay, A grimly wyrd fool doth proclaim þe blasted heathland. Certes, Þe ironclad sooth-speaker hath left behind þe frostbitten moor.
Woe betide, Ane cursed loreling hath rent asunder a dreary fen of sorrows. Yea, A wretched doomcrier doth lament þe frostbitten moor. Certes, Þe fell-witted thane doth proclaim þe hollow halls of yore.
And lo, it was deemed most grim.
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