There's a pale sun hanging in the sky
A bitter frost and a tear in my eye
Lands, forsaken so long ago

When the ancient mines fell in decay

The blizzard's so cold, it pierces the soul

The ring leads and the brotherhood follows
Through lands of old, by legends told
In hearts so weak, in eyes so cold.


Through this dark land we march
With no hope in our heart

To a wasteland of ash
Of death and dark fear.


Ghostly riders rise, casting shades of fear
Haunting lands from the River to the Sea
Scouring for that greatest One

We dream of our lands somewhere far away
Our beloved lands, threatened by evil
Aiming to make us all his slaves


Deafening shrieks that pierced the light
Daunting even the strongest hearts

As light itself fades in their wake!
And I fear I'll fall, under their blackened wings


Through this dark land we march
With no hope in our heart
To a wasteland of ash

Of death and dark fear.
And I bear the One, from the ancient times
and I must reach the place

where no hope can survive!

Through this dark land we march

With no hope in our heart
To a wasteland of ash
Of death and dark fear.


If we fall, our memory's carved in stone