of the phantoms, Deep forlorned woods, Where the gleam of neither light or bliss reach. "The castle lies in the mist, Between the mountains and marshes. Through
through the forlorned marshes, -Then darkness has now been achieved... "Crush your earthly virtnes, As I stumbled through snow and frost my feeble heart is longing for the wood
Cold horizons opens. Many traveller has set their course from here, Few of them have returned. The utter darkness, Bleak visions of emptiness, And the
strewn grave, The passing sigh for the bones that moulder, Over the nordic black sea, where the winds btew colder. Here in a bed of wrack and shingle
[Music by Nordavind '91] Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-....