Dark Forest Trees over the Funeral,
All day the Army ride
They moved in deeper

So Dark that they weren't even...
Too lead us passed this wicked Dense
I can fell the Presence of the Shadowthrone in the

deepest Dark
When cold Winds Freeze
Let that Horde come to me

As they walk right by
When all the Death is near
I wander eternally

Invincible Fog is near
We walk the Fields of War
The Cloak of the Moon it can slip all them through

And the Flame is the Wrath of his Sword