Стихотворение: In The Mist By The Hills

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 triology in
the mist by the hills
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SATYRICON