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Riding through the Northern darkness
Fear lingers, through shade of the trees of old
Bone chilling screams, swept through the shadows
The sun hasn’t shone for ages past

Murky waters of lake Glesmodena
Lay ahead with no end or beginning
Once called ocean, but now forgotten
Renamed after a great warrior drowned

The last battle fought in the name of the Great One
On the plains of North where the glorious days of one kingdom resided
Remains of the battle and the warriors fought
Swallowed by abyss risen from the cracks of the earth, never to be seen again

Old Mother Earth has inverted
Leaving nothing, but the gods who lived deep
Melting and suffering are the gods who were once above
Ripped apart, slaughtered and hung at the gallows where once only the meek suffered

Taking another step in the woods of old
Trembling inside, never as it was long ago
The time then, the peace then, never will come again
The loved then, the foes then, never will return

Nothing matters at present
The gods that stood once are crushed below
Taken only there souls, nothing of the earthly possessions
Suffer now! For killing the ones who held you up high!

Too weak to stand now, on the banks of Glesmodena
The dripping blood washed away by the black water swells
The black seeps with white, sense of relief, falling into the water beneath
To join the ones that were once were, the brave, the warriors that once stood