In the Cold Embrace of Mist - Khors

In the cold embrace of mist

Forest wardens are asleep

By the magic have been ceased

And it goes through ages deep

In the cold embrace of mist

I feel icy breath of North

I hear whisper of black trees

And the night song of the wolf

Dreams are mirrors to old times

And they lead us to those nights

When our fathers forged their arms

And got ready for last fight