Torchlight in utter darknessStarts licking wood with its deadly tongueIn
"He must be the root of all this miseryThe ladies,
The far northBetween the snowy fallsWe stand - we thinkThe
a forthcoming snowstorm I hearwhispering from the darkfreezing winds blow
In the eyes of the moon I see youThe face
dark red blood colours mea thick black cloud lies overblood
Via the paths of the four windsThrough the icy valleys
Up from the North we comeFrom the land of a
I wake up in shivers of coldOn a chilly sunny
Sitting under a pineThe deep silence... unbroken aroundOne dark lakeSo
Along time ago was this stone circle builtThe reason behind
He wandered through landscapes paintedGreen by forests and blue by
Two eyes in darkness like two burning firesStill cold as
On the top of the Falconhill...I was standing surrounded by
One endless cold starHere I stand... followingThy dark spirit... thy
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