Summoning Dol Guldur 1. Ungbands Schmieden 2. Nightshade Forests 3. Elfstone 4. Khazad Dum 5. Kor 6. Wyrmvater Glaurung 7. Unto A Long Glory... 8. Over Old Hills Ungbands Schmieden [INSTRUMENTAL] Nightshade Forests And in the glade a light was seen Of stars and shadows shimmering Immortal maiden elven-wise... Long was the way through iron halls and darkling doors And woods of nightshade morrowless Elven-wise dance with me... Cold be hand, heart and bone And cold be my sleep under stone Never more I'll wake on a snowy bed Never - 'til the sun fails and the moon is dead In the black winds the stars shall die And still on gold here let them lie 'Til the dark lord lifts his hand Over dead seas and withered land And I'll fly away... Where I dwell none can say For into darkness fell my star In Mordor where the shadows are Elfstone All that is gold does not glitter All that is long does not last All that is old does not wither Not all that is over is past And I may not get through in time Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see Elfstone - in the shadow of the dark throne For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow Thy last shaft when thou hast shot Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me Out of dark to the day's rising I came crying in the sun - sword unsheathing To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking Now for wrath Now for ruin - and a red nightfall When the black breath blows - and death's shadows grow All lights pass Life to the dying - in my hand lying Shrivel like the old mist - like the winds go wailing Lost and forgotten be - darker than the darkness Where gates stand for ever shut 'Til the world is mended Khazad Dum From ashes and fire be broken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be blade that was broken The crownless shall again be king The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's halls The shadow lies upon his tomb But still the sunken stars appeal In the dark and windless Mirrormere There lies his crown in water deep 'Til Druin wakes again from sleep A deadly sword, a healing hand A trumpet - voice, a burning hand A lord of Wisdom... Fire and shadow - both defied In Khazad-Dum his wisdom died In joy thou hast lived If thou hearest the cry of the Gull on the shore Thy soul shall then rest in the forest no more... Kor O fading town upon an island hill, Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still; Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end While through the storeyed elms The gliding black water leaves these inland realms, And slips between long meadows to the Sea, Still bearing downward over murmurous falls One day and then another to the Sea And slowly thither many years have gone All thy trees, Kortirion, were bent, And shook with sudden whispering lament: For passing were the days, and doomed the nights When flittering ghost-moths danced round tapers in the moveless air nighttime And doomed already were the radiant dawns, The odour and the noise of meads, when all thy trees were bent, and shook with sudden whispering lament And slowly thither many years have gone since first the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion Wyrmvater Glaurung [INSTRUMENTAL] Unto A Long Glory... Over the land there lies the long shadow. Westward reaching wings of darkness; The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings The doom approaches the Dead awaken; For the hour is come for the oathbreakers At the stone of Erech they shall stand again Hear there horn in hills enchants Who shall call them From grey twilight Forgotten ones? Out of doubt, out of dark Hope rekindles, and hope in end Over death, over dread Over doom lifted Out of loss, out of life And out of doubt, out of dark Over death, over dread Out of loss, Unto a long glory... The heir of him to whom the oath they swore From the North he shall come And he shall pass the door To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen And war now calls us! And hear there horn in hills ringing Who shall call them from grey twilight Over Old Hills The air was neither night or a day, But faintly dark with softest light When first glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play You and me - we know that land And often have been there in The old days, old days The dark child and a fair Was it down the paths of firelight Dreams in winter cold and white, Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours The air was neither night or day, But faintly dark with softest light, When first there glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play And why we never found the same Old cottage, or magic Track that leads between a silver sea, Between a silver sea And those old shores and gardens fair Where all things are that ever were - We know not, You and Me We know not, You and Me Those old shores and gardens fair Where all things are That ever were The air was neither night or day, But faintly dark with softest light, When first there glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play And those old shores and gardens Where all things are that ever were We know not, You and Me, We know not, You and Me And these old shores And gardens fair Where all things are That ever were [before] Air was neither night or day But faintly dark with softest light When first there glimmered The Cottage of Lost Play