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Gorthaur

fog, clouds, wind of melancholy

memories and hate for those...

visions of the dark glorious past

the power lost, hate for those of the light

once powered by ancient evil

in the dark tower he was crowned

his eye striked all earth was no longer bright

dark was his hand, full of hate

he had the knowledge of all times

but now he is hidden in the end of the world

where the sun cannot enter

the feeling of revenge strike so hard

he awaits for the dark times to come

when the winter winds an blizard

come and take the sun away

when the winter moon rises

and the blood red star shines in the sky

then he will return to the tower

and take what once he had

no longer sun will rise

the cold murderous moon will

forever haunt those of the lirght

forever in his throne of ice and ebon

dark in the night, obscuring the light

now that wolves howl in joy

and the fallen kings rise again

and fly through the winds of eternity

now that wolves howl in joy

and the fallen king rise again...