It was in the days of winters end,
When the demons have arrowsed
For their love to crush them again
In the Tomb of Morogor

So he rode of back to battle
To slay the beast he tried
But his blood was not yet ready
And the Demon has arrised.

So she praid the Raven King,
To bring back wat she loved most,
And the dust cried of her name,
In the Tomb of Nyamen.

All that remains is the shire, clarion call to battle...