In the cold embrace of mist Forest wardens are asleep, By the magic have been ceased, And it goes through ages deep
In the cold embrace of mist I feel icy breath of North, I hear whisper of black trees And the night song of the wolf
Dreams are mirrors to old times And they lead us to those nights When our fathers forged their arms And got ready for last fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
