《The Fog (...and Grief Still Moans)》歌词

[00:05:56] Over the high hills the wind carries

[00:05:56] The voice of the old man-magus, herald of the death

[00:05:56] His news are echoing in the distance,

[00:05:56] Breaking the rest of the Earth

[00:05:56] Proud birds sing their song

[00:05:56] To heroes of the fights and to defeated

[00:05:56] To their pure souls and to their unbending will

[00:05:56] Deep waters of the river fly

[00:05:56] Hide bodies of the fallen

[00:05:56] Taking souls and healing wounds

[00:05:56] In the fog of cold gloom

[00:05:56] Grief's moaning is heard

[00:05:56] The moaning of the destroyed destinies

[00:05:56] And the spell of the old man.