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Black blades in their hands Obey his every command They search for that which was lost Through realms of rime and of frost Where no mortal may pass Atop a dais of glass Sits a scepter of light A symbol of Titan's might He comes from cities of darkness To supper harlots and fools Loneliness is his raiment Solitude is his jewel He's seen the valleys of solace Beheld the spires of sleep He's fed the fyres of the fallen And heard their widows weep We come from cities in darkness To conquer cowards and fools Loneliness is our payment Solitude is our due Walk through valleys of solace Ascend the spires of sleep Ignore the warnings of prophets And for your children I'll weep Skies blackened with crows Shadows on winter's snows Within a temple of ice Priestesses perform the rites Witness the setting of suns The darkest days have begun Let the seers come forth At morning's light we ride north