Through forests dark, through rivers long
Dark legions are summoned strong
There's no light, there is no hope
Blood of the Saurons won't drop
The ancient king and elvish lord
Lie dead under the sword of horde
Undead will rise, Balck Wizard's Wise
His power will destroy the Fort
The Wind went on from West to East
All movement in the forest ceased
But shrill an harsh across the marsh
It's whistling voices were released
The battle's lost, but war is not
The mighty dwarves will reign on blood
Shall rise your sword, Into the War
Hail, hail to you, the sons of Thor
Dwarves rising
© Copyright: Varg, 2003
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