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• Artiste: Brocas Helm
• Titre: Into The Ithilstone
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I watched for you by the Eastern gate Till the bloody break of day Then I drove the needle deep And slowly ran away Dragons to the left of me Demons to the right The dark lord smiles with scarlet eyes As the silver vampire bites A million stars blaze in my hand And moon flames in my hair So like the time you touched me first But this time you're not there Instead a rider cloaked in black With deadly dreaming eyes Soars near me on a ghastly steed Whose thunder fills the skies Now lurking near the Eastern gate I hold a crystal blade It's edges greened with venom stain It's orc-hilt pitted jade I feel his will gush through my brain In endless waves of gore Yet, still the question breathes within Who am I waiting forr? Into the Ithilstone Reflection searing bright Burning in my private hell Caught in the grip of night