(The) Grimness Of Which Shepherds Mourn
LEIF GYLVE NAGELL, TED ARVID SKJELLUM
I stand alone
In a valley filled with starlight
My eyes suffer
From eternal sparks
So shut the lids and dream so i can see
The trident clearer than ever now
And in my darkest fantasy
And as i reach for hell
In my darkest fantasy
I reach for hell
And i am free...