The Sphere In Blackheims Shrine
Three hundred and six years after his death
Strangers from the distant west explored the crypts
Buried for years under silent stone
They beheld a netherworld never seen in a mortal's eye
A place meant to be unentered for eternity
Here where the days were nights and the nights were magic nights
Great grandiose legends had their throne in these shadow halls
Once there were spirits lurking like serpent tongues
Mist and dust were now the kings in this death sleep cavern
The strangers hungry eyes caught the portal to the shrine
The crypts descended deeply down to ashes under ground
But the sphere raged over landscapes towards a castle unknown