Stern man on heavy throne Dark and blackend wood Seated through the night alone Bent under his hood Sitting on his seat of awe Welcoming his maker Shadows on the last he saw Death, etranal taker Day is dawning, man is down Sitting on this throne of fear Day is mourning, night will shine Apparitions will appear Mound of earth and mossy stone Barrow in the cold Left to rot to dust and bone Darkness, dirt and mould