Descent Into Eminent Silence — I mmortal (Immortal)

Standing by ringwalls of stone Deepest dungeons Passing irongates Nor the golden sendt dreams Under towers that Once stormed in sight That never storm

Hill.. the elder ravens Above borgs layed in fog Forget not The blasphemic nordic deeps

Shadows... steal our souls Into what we once were I'm feeling That well be taken there

Closed in time for those Who shall not pass our gates