To the other side of known world. To the places where time doesn't exist. . You see all of it, you have seen nothing. All is too much to understand. Only the higher minds so blackened and ill.
The Dark Enemy, a god called Morgoth. Hide himself in the pit of Angband. Evil jewels of his mind took a shape. Great wyrms were born. . When it storms look up to the sky.
Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf. Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad. . There's an end to everything.
Deadly wardog without fear. Ramming through the battlefields. Mighty heroes and kings of men. Will be dead by this beast, insane. Skin of stone and bones of steel.
None amongst the living. Shall wield the power. Shall know the deepest secrets. Inside his mind. None amongst the living. Will foil his plans. Will follow his final path.
Light seems fair and proud. First borns noble crowd. Open hearts uncorrupted. Maintain eternal tranquillity. Beast, filthy kind. Sick soul, broken mind.
I can not breath I'm going down. All I can feel is I don't wanna be around. My head just squeals I can not cope. With all this hurt might as well swing from a rope.
Khazad-dum the dwarven mansion. The mighty fortress of Durin's folk. Durin and Deathless, dwarven-king. The First of the seven Fathers. After the bane of Beleriand.
Listen I may well I hear what you're sayin'. But you know we're not the bread & butter. Anymore these days everything's changed there's no use in arrangin'.
Land of the Gods. Home for their human forms. You see the same stars. From their distant realm. mystic path you sail. To reach their presence. One part of mortal world.
Out of the water. Cold, black Nordic sea. Risen towards the eternal sky. The land lays open and free. . Up high the Mountains. Where the wind (catch its speed and chill).
At dawn they rise pointing to the skies. Ready to cut through the clouds at command. From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds. When the button is pressed by death's hand.
The man and the ghost will meet again. In the night when it snows, never quiet, never cold. . Hear their calling, lost lords to cast the ride, white spears in their hands, pointing towards the sky.
I'm not too big a fan of beer but I need a drink. If I smoked I could use a zip now I'm on the brink. I've been all geared up now for how long I don't know.
Now that the wind called my name. And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space. And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame.
Weakest of moments are these. The choking hold of insanity. Loses it's grip and cuts me so deep. With the knife of clear memories. Of that innocent past which didn't last.
Beyond the mountains. where the wind cries out its pain. Deserted valleys. where the darkness always reigned. . Where the sunlight never ever. touched the poisoned ground.