It was in the long gone days of old When the mighty master of darkness Hit the earth with his terrible mace And tremendous tumults shook the soil Amidst vast va...

In a silent morning haze, under desolate trees of old loom scattered shelters of some infantry troops Dawn burns east as every morning yet some unknown tension ...

She was not raised in garden of peace, where sunbeams play in blooming trees She was told to be born in battle and brought up among dismal and death Skilled in ...

This is the lay of the cruel bard He wrote it himself in his perilous youth And nobody knows and no other lay tells If fate finally gave him a lesson or no He ...

Beyond the invisible girdle of north Lies the well-hidden castle of frost And the paths to its towers, carved in ice Are guarded by wolves of ominous size Grea...