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.
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.