Oh hills of grey how the wind howls over thee, in your caves dark things lurk on your peaks the sun does burn, many secrets do you hide
and therein I shall find where the dark things sleep and quake at my passing a cloaked figure of light, a whisper a shadowy mist, stalking those who try to harm dwellers of this world.
There I find them and as my father destroyed the darkness of old I shall destroy them one and all.
