"darkness entombs us, as we watch the mountains before
waiting for the silent wind to bring us the
sign of the ancient horn
the bells shall chime as the towers burn..."
|The Spirit Of An Ancient Past|
"the mist of blue frost
falls the proud valleys of the north
an iceage of terror
as silent as snow hides the hills..."
"hear the haunting theronade
like a chant through a timeless abyss
or the cries from the wolves from the
long lost woods..."