(İKraft 2002)</p>

fog, clouds, wind of melancholy<br> 
memories and hate for those...<br>
visions of the dark glorious past<br>
the power lost, hate for those of the light</p> 

once powered by ancient evil<br> 
in the dark tower he was crowned<br>
his eye striked all earth was no longer bright</p> 

dark was his hand, full of hate<br> 
he had the knowledge of all times<br>
but now he is hidden in the end of the world<br> 
where the sun cannot enter</p> 

the feeling of revenge strike so hard<br> 
he awaits for the dark times to come<br>
when the winter winds an blizard<br>
come and take the sun away<br>
when the winter moon rises<br>
and the blood red star shines in the sky<br> 
then he will return to the tower<br>
and take what once he had</p>

no longer sun will rise<br> 
the cold murderous moon will<br> 
forever haunt those of the light</p> 

forever in his throne of ice and ebon<br> 
dark in the night, obscuring the light<br>
now that wolves howl in joy<br>
and the fallen kings rise again<br> 
and fly through the winds of eternity</p> 

now that wolves howl in joy<br> 
and the fallen king rise again...</p>

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