Dargor, Shadowlord Of The Black Mountain

(Turilli/Staropoli)
Not so far from the wide dragonland
Where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate
Dargor is marching with the poor Airin
There where dark has ruled forever for the
demonknights
Fire's rising to valleys of death
While shadows are rising from bloody hells
Fire's riding to Hargor, the town
Where evil and terror conquered the clouds

We sing to the wind the legend of the king
To spread out heart to the kingdom of dust
Where heroes are lost, where now reigns the
shadowlord

Carved in shadow is his magic throne
Kron disciple nor extreme at all
Gothic his kingdom told by old jesters
Pride and terror live together in his stormy heart
Fire's rising to valleys of death
While shadows are rising from bloody hells
Fire's riding to Hargor, the town
Where evil and terror conquered the clouds

We sing to the wind the legend of the king
To spread out heart to the kingdom of dust
Where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

Cry with me to fill the crystal sea
Cry for all the victims of these stones
Shed your tears to fill the silent fall
And wash it in your swords

Fire's rising to valleys of death