The Wolves Of Avalon - I Walk The Moonless Fens Of A Darkling Day lyrics

Thrice, ten thousand men lying Of cold, of thirst, And hunger dying, In dread pits of idol clay Where flesh submits to foul decay, Like madmen howling, In dark blood crawling, Foemen, strangers, Thickly clustering, In drifts of smoke, Silently suffering, I follow the dreams, That seek the grave As I walk The moonless fens of a darkling day.