"Shades`ll grow stronger"

a dark voice calls

out of the past

Minds too weak

to with stand

to divide higher thoughts

from barren lies

Here I stand on the plain

while dark forces gather around me

hear the lament of the corvine goddess

a sullen croon of my destiny

The air resounds

a song of doom

all is lost

only cairns will last

Oh they`ll remain

as a mute testemony

to the valor of men

who proudly defied the will of fate

led by a vision to a bitter end

Come on - you creatures

of war and hate

leader of the weak

taste the steel of my blade

Stouthearted I stand

face to face with the darker side of mine

well aware of my decline

So here the story ends

with trembly letters

On this fateful script

the kings herald brought to me

Misery is a child of bliss

and so the circles close

to finally vanish into a

haze of mystery

All this I witnessed

and even more

as time passed by

I saw the sons of romolns fall

the one god rise

and coldness survive

ANOETH BID BET Y ARTHUR

(A secret The Grave Of Arthur)