歌词
Standing in ring walls of stone
Deepest dungeons
Passing iron gates
Nor the golden sent dreams
Under towers
That once stormed in sight
That never storm
Hill, to the elder ravens
From borgs layed in fog
Forget not the blasphemic
North deeps
Shadows steal our souls
Into what we once were
I'm feeling
That taken us there
Closed in time
For those who pass our gates
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