Music: SORG  Lyrics: Arnt Holger Jensen    Our burden is great  Hopes of mankind been carried away  Hope is in truly tiny,  like snow on a damp summers day    Behold the Hoarwell  The river of the troll falls,  of the northern moores    Far beyond the trollshaws  The darkness arises  On icy fellwinds  On a damp summers day    The price of the nine is abroad  The Witchking, the warden of the north    Here lies our perilous path  In veils of destiny...entwined    At dawn, through the realms of ice we walk  Like thieves at nightstalk  Into the dragons Den, the iron fortress  To complete our perilous quest