Though I walk through the valley of the shadow Ye who read are still among the living But I who write shall have long Since gone my way into the region of shadows For indeed strange things shall happen And secret things be known And many centuries shall pass away Ere these memorials be seen of men
And, when seen, there will be some to disbelieve And some to doubt And yet a few who will find much to ponder upon In the characters here graven with a stylus of iron Shadow
Though I walk through the valley of the Shadow Ye who read are still among the living But I who write shall have long Since gone my way into the region of shadows
Iron Shadow [2x]
In a wilderness sunlight is noise Darkness is a great, tremendous silence Accented by small and distant sounds The music of the wind in the trees Songs of loneliness, hymns of abandonment And lays of the absence of things congenial and alive