Children, children, play nice, now if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all.
Yes that phrase has been the back of moral tradition in my family for the past 412 generations...
(Somehow, his voice seems to fade into the mist, thank god...)
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'The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark.'
Witch King of Angmar as described at the Siege of Gondor
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