The Sight of the Northern Moon In the Eyes of the Raven (Clear is My Sage Glance) My Throne Shines of Ice Surrounded by the Breath of Centuries Untouched by Dirty Hands Of the Human Race that I Flee From the Grim Shades They could hear (the) Lamentations of Souls Watch My Nightly Quest And Disappears with the Wind Pure as Crystal Caves Fierce like the Wolf's Tooth Dark as the Darkest Winter Night My Spirit is Eternal...