Standing by ringwalls of stone

Deepest dungeons

Passing irongates

Nor the golden sendt dreams

Under towers that

Once stormed in sight

That never storm



Hill.. the elder ravens

Above borgs layed in fog

Forget not

The blasphemic nordic deeps



Shadows... steal our souls

Into what we once were

I'm feeling

That well be taken there



Closed in time for those

Who shall not pass our gates