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

When Night came and dark Fog came over me

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