In The Mist By The Hills

(albüm: The Shadowthrone - 1994)

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 becoming 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 death rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and face him

With a deadly pale spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom

A total eclipse of the sun

Die by the northern trilogy in the mist by the hills