Whispers in the NightDark Winds of Evil As I walk in this Black Domain With Might and Wisdom in My Hands I Travel across the Horizons Black Misanthropy fills our Souls With the Darkness of the Night And with all the Spells of the Forest The Moon turns to Red A Gloomy Light Appears Before Me This is the Way that I Look Upon Towards the Icy Northern Highlands The Threshold is Covered by Snow And far Beyond I can See The Sun Dying
nightdark, highland, misanthropy, threshold, gloomy