Quiet Waters black, clad in fog: A sullen grey
All doubt has fallen back, withering end of days
Am echoing realm before me, All fates yet withhold
A greeting of steel befell us, darkness to unfold
swords of ice splinter through me
upon this rock hewn quay
Cries of death surround me now
Yet not alone I stay
An oaken glade, alight with fire
My shield heavy and cold
Shadows dance beyond and ancient world
It is here my tale be told
An oaken glade, burning alight with crimson flames
My shield heavy and cold
Shattered asunder this death foretold
Shadows dance within an ancient blackened world
Be it here my heathen valor showed
Winds remain silent now
The truth yet behold
Lie down before me
To greet thy forefathers old
Across this land of pines I tread
Ever closer to the evening star Im led
What lay ahead of me now
I know not why i go
Something deep inside of me
This mountain air I follow!

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