The Barrow Downs Lyrics

I am the darkness

I curse the light

For depriving me of it radiance

I am the cold

Damned be the warmth

I will never feel again

Gone is the light, and dead the sound

Foul is the air beneath the ground

Cold is the sleep that never will restore

Till the sun is dark, and warms the Earth no more

The black wind shall blow out the sky

While for the lost light gold shall mourn

Till the Dark Lord claims his bride

The withered Earth, in death adorned

A sickly light glows in this fell cave

This stupor I feel beckons me towards the grave

My friends lie beside me, embalmed and in state

And I hear bitter shades damning us to their fate

A crawling hand, bereft of its body

Belonging to a king erased from time's memory

I smite as it draws near, summoning my courage

Remembering my voice, I cry for the Eldest