Dark Moor

Nobody can be back from that forgotten land
The furthest one, the blac,
Lonely and gloomy sand
The bridge's narrow and thin
The sentry waits patiently
People to pass it
In despair but valiantly
No one reduced his pace
No one looked back with grief
No one changed his face
No one felt relieved
You sense their noisy treads
And look the stone face
And they seem the dead
Of a forgotten race
[chorus]
Last land, last land
With the sword in my hand