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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 is 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
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 is 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
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