Hilda

 Darkness Swallowing the Misty rivers of dreams, the gray folk silently lost

dreams we forget, in the times of the Dharr'amor our ancestors cry,

i, the dark shadow, step into the mists... darkness, my blanket,

where do i dare dream, my master watches me

a silver blade, now died black from the beating hearts,

tears fall whispers across the oceans, i see them, 

My Shadows i lost......