Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather
Ghouls nor satyr partakes goblets and gold fount

(Chorus)
Years have I longed for pleasant times
From the harvestry of your heart
Cursed am I to be nurtured by
The hollow of ghosts haunting realm

He who seeks will find her
Gifts more fine than silver

Memory the crowning deed of torment
Sifts it sickle with the roar of giants

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