Diablo II: Lord of Destruction - Exeter Book, ca. 10th Century
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So spoke the Wanderer, mindful of hardships and of cruel slaughters. Each dawn, I rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my native land. I have had my mind bound with fetter. For many years, I lay hidden in the concealment of the earth, buried deep in stone. From there, I went, abject and winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. I sought the prison of my noble kinsman. Sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the path of exile attends this mournful spirit.
Diablo II: Lord of Destruction - Exeter Book, ca. 10th Century
Diablo II: Lord of Destruction - Exeter Book…
Diablo II: Lord of Destruction - Exeter Book, ca. 10th Century
So spoke the Wanderer, mindful of hardships and of cruel slaughters. Each dawn, I rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my native land. I have had my mind bound with fetter. For many years, I lay hidden in the concealment of the earth, buried deep in stone. From there, I went, abject and winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. I sought the prison of my noble kinsman. Sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the path of exile attends this mournful spirit.