In The Mist By The Hills کے بول

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 pass by and the light Is becoming weaker I can watch the death 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 deathtone call for war In the mist by the hills the day darkens In this forest death rules Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale Spectre face Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom A total eclipse of the sun Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills