Black blades in their hands   Obey his every command   They search for that which was lost   Through realms of rime and of frost   Where no mortal may pass   Atop a dais of glass   Sits a scepter of light   A symbol of Titan's might      He comes from cities of darkness   To supper harlots and fools   Loneliness is his raiment   Solitude is his jewel   He's seen the valleys of solace   Beheld the spires of sleep   He's fed the fyres of the fallen   And heard their widows weep      We come from cities in darkness   To conquer cowards and fools   Loneliness is our payment   Solitude is our due   Walk through valleys of solace   Ascend the spires of sleep   Ignore the warnings of prophets   And for your children I'll weep      Skies blackened with crows   Shadows on winter's snows   Within a temple of ice   Priestesses perform the rites   Witness the setting of suns   The darkest days have begun   Let the seers come forth   At morning's light we ride north