The grey wolf watches the halls of the Gods See the black rain hrough the suns first rays Rust forms, rot grows and all decay The greatest strength will wither away. A vision sent when hoarfrost grips the earth When fires die and darkness is our curse No matter the sunlit glories of the ancient past Of all that come the wolf will be the last Now omens of misfortune dull our mirth The highest walls will sink into the earth Remorsless time, the blades of true regret Alone against the tide I stand here yet
remorsless, hrough, wolf, hoarfrost, sunlit