Descent Into Eminent Silence

Standing by ringwalls of stone Deepest dungeons Pa*sing irongates Nor the golden send dreams Under towers that Once stormed in sight That never storm Hill.. the elder ravens Above borgs layed in fog Forget not The blasphemic nordic deeps Shadows... steal our souls Into what we once were I'm feeling That well be taken there Closed in time for those Who shall not pa*s our gates