Satyricon

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom
And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me
Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance