Tribe After Tribe. Ice Below. Zeneszám

Twelve stones king rode
a warrior for gold
night falls spirit calls
night sun's evil crawl

below below below below
below below below below
... the ice below

in the dead of fallen years
stold from the grave
light falls candle calls
so far away

below below below below
below below below below
... the ice below

i still remember

below ... the ice below