forged by the crow-mage from shards of darkness
honed by the
Black blades in their hands
Obey his every command
They search for
a sword of fire and an axe of cold
vision of
Iron ships on seas of blood
Black winds fill their silver
The lords of the passes are arming their vassals
You'll find
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra
Your foes lying dead
(Instrumental)
Taken away from under the boughs
Far from the sheltering glens
Imprisoned
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