Intro

Hail in my shadowland,
Where mountains dwell at night and dawn.
Only the feeble minded cannot see my kingdom, dressed in 
the silk of night.

Medieval palaces doom from the old oaks, which serve as 
halls to the dwarfs.
What you are about to experience, is like a dream to be 
told,
A hymn for the betrayer, and the betrayed.
For the warrior, and the slaughtered.

So open your mind for the real eclipse, which rises in the 
brain of the summoned, in the true warriors veins.
The warriors of the sweppening darkness, in thee