over Mount Shadow,a Dark shadow glooms
westward reaching,
over the shadows, wings of darkness blooms,
southward moving.
breaking every hill on sight,
darkening every living with light.
but what see did they? fixed were they ears,
for they feel Its presence with their tears.
as the mountains darkens,
the Dead awakens..
the Dark Lord Towers has risen
from beneath the Shadows it arise
the Lord's black sword is driven
from the sheath beneath all Wise
Get out,you old Wight! Vanish in the moonlight!
Shrivel like the shivering mist,like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be,darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand forever shut,till the world is mended
but will it be?
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 lords lift their hands,
over the dead sea and conquered lands.
will it be mended?
will the Light come forth...
may it be.
FM channel: the dark cold night.......
Monday, January 09, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
with Anduril as i valiantly ride. noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!
the cold hard lands they bites our hands,
they gnaws our feet.
The rocks and stones are like old bones,
all bare of meat.
But stream and pool is wet and cool:
so nice our feet. and now i wish...
alive without breath
to be alive without breath, as cold as death.
for what purpose now do i seek?
as i head for the Sea. to the Sea! the Sea!
is that all i can see?
long are the waves on the Last Shores falling,
Sweet is your voice in the Long Isle calling..
but no man will discover,
that my leaves are falling...
but what is of me becoming?
this cannot be of me.
Cos' i love the sound of you...
FM channel: pneumatic sounds
the cold hard lands they bites our hands,
they gnaws our feet.
The rocks and stones are like old bones,
all bare of meat.
But stream and pool is wet and cool:
so nice our feet. and now i wish...
alive without breath
to be alive without breath, as cold as death.
for what purpose now do i seek?
as i head for the Sea. to the Sea! the Sea!
is that all i can see?
long are the waves on the Last Shores falling,
Sweet is your voice in the Long Isle calling..
but no man will discover,
that my leaves are falling...
but what is of me becoming?
this cannot be of me.
Cos' i love the sound of you...
FM channel: pneumatic sounds
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