To step out on the lonely road,
To travel through the mists alone.
Into the cavern halls of stone,
Where the cold nips at your bones. 
But in the deep, a shadow crept,
A nameless malice, the fires slept.
Awoken, the demon darkness rose.
A terror no waking man yet knows.
But from the darkness we did flee,
To the lands of undying trees.
And stayed as long as we could,
In the realm of the Golden wood.