A long way from our home,
destined there to roam
where the sun won't shine.
Under the silver moon,
wandering through woods,
where life still exists.
Prisoner of Ring,
evil from within,
guiding our way.
Like a crawling worm,
a slave of Evil Supreme.
Again he must obey.
Entering a new world
of the skeletal trees.
The valley of the withering flowers.
Once a Tower of Moon,
now in a darkened room,
the one with poison breath.
The king of the City of Death,
carrying his crown of steel
through thousand years of war.
Where the shadows lie,
all the beauty must die.
How long we have to suffer?
The army under the Ring,
they raised their banners for him,
a fiery god in sorrow.
Haunting blood-red eye,
ruling the distant sky.
The symbol of our Doom.
At the end of the stairs
the Wicked Mother is waiting.
There's no way to turn back.
We must face what we fear...
stare in the eyes of the Terror!
Into the sunrise it will end.
Under the starlight we will sleep, eternally.
Hearing the whispers from the sea,
and now when the new day takes the pain, we are free.
There's no more to tell.
„Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.” |
