| Song | In the Mist by the Hills |
| Artist | Satyricon |
| Album | The Shadowthrone |
| 作词 : Satyr | |
| In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace | |
| Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate | |
| Over the chasm riders of doom | |
| And sometimes the water dares to reflect... | |
| As days pass by and the light | |
| Is becoming weaker | |
| I can watch the death of the sun from my | |
| Enormous view | |
| Still sometimes | |
| I thought my own eyes were deceiving me | |
| Many a misty morning's battle. | |
| Further on more experience | |
| Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance | |
| The deathtone call for war | |
| In the mist by the hills the day darkens | |
| In this forest death rules | |
| Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale | |
| Spectre face | |
| Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... | |
| Blackness and doom | |
| A total eclipse of the sun | |
| Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills |
| zuò cí : Satyr | |
| In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace | |
| Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate | |
| Over the chasm riders of doom | |
| And sometimes the water dares to reflect... | |
| As days pass by and the light | |
| Is becoming weaker | |
| I can watch the death of the sun from my | |
| Enormous view | |
| Still sometimes | |
| I thought my own eyes were deceiving me | |
| Many a misty morning' s battle. | |
| Further on more experience | |
| Soon it' s time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance | |
| The deathtone call for war | |
| In the mist by the hills the day darkens | |
| In this forest death rules | |
| Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale | |
| Spectre face | |
| Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... | |
| Blackness and doom | |
| A total eclipse of the sun | |
| Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills |