A misty path threw woods long passed and shrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur. Far away and over the cold fold mountains, our gleeming eyes are searching for a sign and down to the deepest dungeons and to the old forgotten lair. We must leave now befor a new day breaks to search for the pale gold that once belonged to the forst
By the sound of pounding hammers That sound like bells of the elves in our ears We are sill searching in the underground where our dark secrets sleep.