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 [bad word] 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's 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 [bad word] 
Over the chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom
total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern trilogy in the mist by the hills