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At the top of the hills

When the sun start to rise

Bleak place is the view I could see

And pure sorrow in rain form fall

In the old ruins of a castle

An evil omen remains

Over vast nocturnal landscapes

Glory is gone

Like the autumnal leaves

Darkness has come

With tears in my eyes

Seeking a glorious end

Summoning the ancient ones

The night fall in my last painful day of life