In the Cold Embrace of Mist

Khors

In the cold embrace of mist
 Forest wardens are asleep,
 By the magic have been ceased,
 And it goes through ages deep

 In the cold embrace of mist
 I feel icy breath of North,
 I hear whisper of black trees
 And the night song of the wolf

 Dreams are mirrors to old times
 And they lead us to those nights
 When our fathers forged their arms
 And got ready for last fight


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