[Ail]

автор оригинала Vasya Gondorsky
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A King of Dark there was of old
and power great was in his hold:
all creatures foul, demons, ghosts
and goblins filled his mighty hosts.
His dragons poured their searing fire
on his command on glen and mire;
his wolves there roamed in forests green
where once a silver light was seen.
His dwelling was a place of dread
in Northern hills, where none dare tread.
A gate of iron, a tunnel deep
leads down by stairs unnumbred, steep.
There in a hall of carven stone
sits Lord of Darkness on his throne.

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