Moves of the deep. Senses of the beast. Ancient people among the trees. Soil of their land. The way of the wind. Throne and the walls for the Woses. Be gone Orc-folk.
They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have. to say and that we're free to wear it all in every fucking way.. It's up to fucking you to fulfill your damned fucking life.
Walls of Isengard. Face the northern winds. Carved black pillars. Rising high up to the sky. Arcane relic. Crowned by the four peaks. Feels the auturnn breeze.
Brother, we did cross the raging sea. Our fathers, has watched our trail for long. Battles, many we fought, side by side. Through foreverdark woods we did ride.
The southern end of the Misty Mountains. Waters of Entwash and Limlight. There it stands, the mighty wood of great age. Hiding secrets from the early years.
Creator of life.Guardian of he dead. Goddess of battle and war. All of yee watch me.My sword by my side. Proudly I sit on my horse. And I wait for the sign in the sky to appear.
From I shore I have known for long. I heard enchanting songs. Meadow was dancing. By the flute and the harp. The water was silent and so calm. I walked to the path across the sea.
Mechanised death, poisoned last breath. In dust realised kill, what a thrill. All hell ablaze the furnace gates. Stands open wide for genocide. . Genocide - physicians in league with death.
Three feet of steel on my side. Tool of fate my reliable blade. Sharp enough to cut the scales. Pierce the heart, to rip the veins. Swarf-made armor, galvorn shield.
Mother of the everdark. Wearing the cloak of shadows. The skin of the unlight. Wedding gown from fallen stars. In Arda obeying noone. Spinning the web of light undone.
Evening is falling, all still around me. The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace. Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride.
Finally free from the chains of the ages. The terror of ancient times. Disregard the divine sentence. Will of Valar disobeyed. . Silent caverns, great kingdom of stone.
For all those who cried aloud. But whose tears were never heard. For questioning one almighty father. Of a heavenly distanced world. . Beloved thee who submit.
Numenorean corsairs. Your sons have stepped ashore. From the battle and storms. With northern fleets. Great treasure they fought. From the shores of Gondor.
Storm clouds are forming. Darkening the sky. The wind gather speed up the mountains. Along the horizon. Lightning strikes. then the deafening rumble of thunder.
Screaming and shouting, yearn for blood. Servants of Melkor the evil god. Riding with wolves, runners of night. Hoarders of the eye, the black blades of might.
Father to son, father to son. Father to son, from father to son. . Now born, my son, I name thee. After the sound of my hammer's. Beat upon the anvil.
Caught between the dusk and dawn. I numb myself to death yet I'm awake. I'm running out of alcohol. I shouldn't feel a thing yet all I feel is hate. .
Grant me the powers of thunder. And give me a sword forged in the raging Hell's fire. Lend me the eight legged black stallion. of Odin and I'll have my vengeance,.
Ancient cromlech carved of ice,. Etched against a glimmering sky,. Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,. (like the sublime) scent of black lotus,.