作词 : Satyr
Dark Forest 
Trees over the 
Funeral,All day the 
Army rideThey moved in deeper
So Dark that they weren't even...
Too lead us passed this wicked 
DenseI can fell the 
Presence of the 
Shadowthrone in the deepest 
DarkWhen 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 
WarThe Cloak of the 
Moon it can slip all them through
And the Flame is the 
Wrath of his 
Sword