Satyricon - In the Mist by the Hills lyrics
[Satyricon - In the Mist by the Hills lyrics]
The river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag
Of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom
And sometimes the water dares to reflect as
Days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the
Death of the sun from my enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own
Eyes were deceiving me
Many a misty morning's battle
Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound
Of the horn in far distance
The deathtone call for war
In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest death rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and
Face him with a deadly pale spectre face
Grim as stone
Ride to the deathfields blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern triology in
The mist by the hills