Interpret:

Satyricon

Album:

The Shadowthrone

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace 
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 this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale 
Spectre face 
Grim as stone, Ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom 
A total eclipse of the sun 
Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills