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   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...