Between great granite stones
Between great granite stones
Haunted by the wind's quiet moans
Went we, somewhere ne'er touched by day.
And oh god, how we feared
Yea, even he with the manly beard,
That this Chasm would spell our Doom.
Between great granite stones
Haunted by the wind's quiet moans
Went we, somewhere ne'er touched by day.
And oh god, how we feared
Yea, even he with the manly beard,
That this Chasm would spell our Doom.
