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
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