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Borknagar The Olden Domain

was utter, the sleep was long A torment for even the brave Peals of thunder even did not forsake The lifeless soil of this eternal-white land A domain

Pale like the skull of the sun The way of the hunting moon O storms that reign supreme The breeze comes whisperin' soon Strike the flowers' last gleam

The sun descended to the ground Behind the mountains, in the sea A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill There he will survey over those surviving

Awakened by the hands of Autumn The hands which made me sleep Was a shadow vague yet deep A creature, spine of the essence Drifting in the wind, clad