Standing by ringwalls of stone
Deepest dungeons
Passing irongates
Nor the golden sent dreams
Under towers that once stormed in sight
That never storm
Hill... the elder ravens
Above borgs layed in fog
Forget not the blasphemic nordic deeps
Sahdows... steal our souls
Into what we once were
I'm feeling that we'll be taken there
Closed in time for those
Who shall not pass our gates
Writer(s): Olve Eikemo, Harald Naevdal
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