(İKraft 2002)

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 light

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...