Gloom at the horizon
Night will carry on
Frozen land's scape
Golden is its grape
Black devils in the shadows
Move through the downs
Serpent are their blades
Darkness has all the shades
Be wary, guardmen
When morning shall rise
Some have forgotten
To be wise
Fire will be litten
At the graves unknown
Black devils' song.
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