Dark Forest Trees over the Funeral, All day the Army ride They moved in deeper So Dark that they weren't even... Too lead us passed this wicked Dense I can fell the Presence of the Shadowthrone in the deepest Dark When cold Winds Freeze When Night came and dark Fog came over me Let that Horde come to me As they walk right by When all the Death is near I wander eternally Invincible Fog is near We walk the Fields of War The Cloak of the Moon it can slip all them through And the Flame is the Wrath of his SwordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
