Umbrea - Mephisto Walz

Far over the mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted hold

Cold be hand, heart and bone

Cold be sleep under stone

Never more to wake… the sun’s failed

Never, 'til the moon is dead

In hallowed halls beneath the fells

On silvered laces strung

Flowering stars on crowns were hung

The dragon-fire in twisted wire

Cold the blackwind and stars shall die

And still on stone here let them lie

As the dark lord lifts his hand

Over the dead sea and withered land