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    (Voice:)"...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  The Sworn Oath was Coming True    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  Something not Known in Words will come to Happen...