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 Sword