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Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake
On stony bed, never, till the sun fails
And the moon is dead.

In the black wind the stars shall die,
And still on gold here let them lie,
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land

When the winter first begins to bite
And stones crack in the frosty night,
When pools are black and trees are bare,
It is evil in the wild to fare.

To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugbûrz

No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind,
And forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
To build up a new mighty empire

Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness.
The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings
Doom approaches. The dead awaken,

For the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
At the stone of Erech they shall stand again
And hear there a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be?
Who shall call them from grey twilight, the forgotten people?

The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him.
He shall pass the door to the path of the dead.

On your knees...
The grey company is arriving now...

We heard horns in hills ringing
The swords shining in South-kingdom
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
As winds in morning. War was there.

Drowning in dark waters, meres of Morthond
Beneath the mountain shadows
Death in the morning and at day's ending
Lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep.

Grey now as tears gleaming silver
Red then it rolled roaring water
Foam dyed with blood, flamed at a sunset
As bacon mountains burned at evening

Here beside me, under endless howling winds
My dying race is wandering homewards,
Led by an old man to shores that don't exist,
Just emptiness remains...

On and on goes our march gruesome as the
Light of sun, cold as winds that hide in me

Hour after hour, day after day my lullaby is
Turning and falls gently on this sleeping land
Like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a
Burning source...

Two years have passed and still my race is
Wandering through foreign shores...
Homewards...

My soul is now formed as a knife forwards
The heart of your heaven.
And so I die...

Still my folk keeps on marching...
Homewards...

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Come to me lady of a foreign shore
To pass on your knowledge to me,
Interrupt these peaceful lands with your odem of pestilence
Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight,
The depths of Avathar.

Your odem goes down the green rivers and
High up to the blue skies, to the wide open forests and
Mountains so high, far away to the unknown and
At last to destroy the two trees of life on
The hills of Ezellohar...

So high my throne, so cold as ice
It makes my blue eyes turn red
And this red covers my stronghold Angband
As a shadow fog to keep it unseen...
The Silmaril now covers my crown

Keep away Ungolianth...

In the year 455 it began, the battle of rapid fire.
Announced threw flames,
More deadly then the third battle.
Streams of fire flowing out of Thangorodrin and burned Ardgalen
And with the flame a see of orcs arived,
And balorgs and glaurung the dragon.
Having received all his might now Dor Thonion broke down first under this onset
Angrod and aegnor where killed and their folk enslaved.
The riders of maglor where sacrifices of the flames.
On the planes of Lothlann victory on our side the triumph of Morgoth.

A misty path through woods long past and shrined in silence
And runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur
Far away and over the cold fold mountains
Our gleaming eyes are searching for a sign
And down to the deepest dungeons
And to the old forgotten lair
We must leave now, before a new day breaks
To search for the pale gold
That once belonged to the forest

By the sounds of pounding hammers
That sound like bells of the elves in our ears...
We are still searching in the underground
Where our dark secrets sleep

Three rings to elven kings
Under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf lords
In their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men
Doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord
On his dark throne

In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring to bring them all
And in darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie

The earth was trembling by cloven hooves
And no stars shined in that night
Foreseen the Morgul road
Was hidden by clouds of doom...
And trembled again by the outburst of darkness.
Ten thousand orcs and trolls,
Paralyzed with fear
Of the nazgûl king
One ring to rule them all
In the gathering of darkness
In the lands of Mordor where the shadows Lie

My heart for your word, Ered Engrin,
And watch your folk, tired and small
All hope lies in its last breath...

You won't fear us, for we won't bring you anything
But a fading spirit,
The essence of my frost cries...

Frost and ice destroy...

My heart for your word, Dor Daedeloth,
You have seen the journey of time,
And let us half mortal beings,
Take part of the truth
And the solitude of mankind, forever.

Wherever we go, wherever we stand,
Silence covers the blood soaken land,
And so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth.

Five silhouettes are crossing the planes
To the wide opened forest of the west,
On and on they are traveling
In the direction of Hithlum
Called Nebelland that made me a King for eternity.