People Moving - Azar Lawrence

Gathered are they the wolves From the north And the tribes of The underworld hordes Heathen men From pagan wastelands Joined with them have they The stench of b

Hear the haunting theronade Like a chant through a timeless abyss Or the cries from the wolves from the Long lost woods Moon less nights caress her In shades of

The mist of blue frost Falls the proud valleys of the north An iceage of terror As silent as snow hides the hills In this frozen land I ride As the northern lig