The arctic views
Its distant vast
And the shifting breeze
That blows my
March of the black Dungeoned ones Beyond the dim They
Where the great winds blow
An ancient tide spills forth
Remember our
Eyes of stone
Eyes of ice are
Watching me
Their glimpsing light
Comes in
Blackened earth before me
Creeping fog in my way
Lurking through the
It's a dark time
Darker than all days before
Darker than all
Again from above the
Gate we stride at hand
Leading the charge
Into