In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom
And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pa** by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the d**h of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me
Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
The d**htone call for war
In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest d**h rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the d**hfields... Blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills