Stormlord

The eternal gates' terrific porter
Lifted the northern bar
Thel entered in and saw the secrets of
The land unknown
She saw the couches of the dead
And where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on Earth infixes deep its restless twists
She wandered in the land of clouds through valley dark,
listening dolours and lamentations
dolours and lamentations
Waiting oft besides a devy grave
She stood in silence
Listening to the voices of the ground
She stood so still