Hate Loyal Friend of His Sober Hours Treads on while the Faith Whips Sharp mental pain makes His Eyes Gleam A light made of Dark Thrones and Frozen Winds
EIGHT MILES DEEP THE WELL FORGOTTEN BY MORTALS OH, I DRANK IT EMPTY IN ONE SINGLE SIP EIGHT MILES WIDE THE VALLEY BEYOND ALL HOPE OH, I FILLED THE WHOLE
Scent of (the) Flying Shadows are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus for these Eyes have seen the horses of the Universe fade away Oh, Father (the) Fog of
En Vind Av Sorg La seg tungt omkring De Eldstes hus En eim av Frost pa en allerede Frossen sjel Et savn av Hyllest fra disse De Edle sinn Minnes de svundne
When Hell Calls Your Name there's No Way Back and the Burning slaves and the Burning holy will be seen from afar as the New Risen Throne (Star) and when
