In The Mist By The Hills – Satyricon

Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to reflect… As days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me

Many a misty morning’s battle. Further on more experience
Soon it’s time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
The deathtone call for war

In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest death rules
Over the chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale


Lyric In The Mist By The Hills – Satyricon