A misty path through woods long past

enshrined in silence and runes will keep

the secrets of Dol Guldur



Far away and over the cold fog mountains

our gleaming eyes are searching for a sign

and down to the deepest dungeons

and to the old forgotten lair



We must leave now, before a new day breaks

to search for the pale gold

that once belonged to the forest



By the sounds of pounding hammers

that sound like bells of the elves

in our ears...

we are still searching in the underground

where our dark secrets sleep



Far away over the cold fog mountains

we have to leave now, before a new day breaks

eternally...