SUMMONING MINAS MORGUL Lugburz 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 lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land [1]When the winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, it is evil in the wild to fare. (repeat 2 first lines of the verse) To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugburz No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind and forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth to build up a new mighty empire (REPEAT [1] ) Passing of the Grey Company Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles,to the tombs of kings doom aproaches.The dead awaken, for the hour is come for the oathbreakers; at the stone of Erech they shall stand again and hear there a horn in the hills ringing. Whose shall the horn be?Who shall call them from grey twilight,the forgotten people? the heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the North shall he come,need shall drive him. He shall pass the door to the path of the dead. On your knees... The grey company is arriving now... Morthond We heard horns in hills ringing The swords shining in South-kingdom Steeds went striding to the Stoningland As winds in morning. War was there. There run dark waters Morthond, under mountains Death in the morning and at day's end Lords took and lowly... Grey now as tears gleaming silver, red it rolled then foam dyed with blood ... Grey now as tears gleaming silver Red then it rolled ... water Foam dyed with blood flamed at a sunset As flowers mountains burned at evening Marching Homewards here beside me,under endless howling winds my dying race is wandering homewards, led by an old man to shores.that don't exist, just emptiness remains... on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun,cold as winds that hide in me hour after hour,day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source... two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores... homewards.... My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven. And so I die... Still my folk keeps on marching... homewards... Ungolianth Come to me lady of a foreign shore to pass on your knowledge to me, interrupt these peacefull lands with your odem of pestilence Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight, the depths of Avathar. Your odem goes down the green rivers and high up to the blue skies,to the wide open forests and mountains so high,far away to the unknown and at last to destroy the two trees of life on the hills of Ezellohar... So high my throne,so cold as ice it makes my blue eyes turn red and this red covers my stronghold Angband as a shadow fog to keep it unseen... The Silmaril now covers my crown Keep away Ungolianth... Dagor Bragollach Riding with the king Flowing far down through the gates The deadly great rivers and streams of fire flow down the Thangorodrim And fill Ard-Galen. With the blades of steel The orcs they ride, and balrogs and Glaurung the great. Night sees armies ride down from Iant Iaur From this night it was called Anfauglith ... Through the Forest of Dol Guldur A misty path through woods long past enshrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur Far away and over the cold fog mountains our gleaming eyes are searching for a sign and down to the deepest dungeons and to the old forgotten lair We must leave now,before a new day breaks to search for the pale gold that once belonged to the forest By the sounds of pounding hammers that sound like bells of the elves in our ears... we are still searching in the underground where our dark secrets sleep Far away over the cold fog mountains we have to leave now, before a new day breaks eternally... The Legend of the Master Ring Three rings to elven kings Under the sky, seven for the dwarf lords in halls of stone Nine for mortal men doomed to die One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the land Of Mordor where the shadows lie One Ring to rule them all One Ring to find them One Ring to bring them all And in darkness bind them In the land of Mordor where shadows lie ... Dor Daedeloth My heart for your word,Ered Engrin, and watch your folk,tired and small all hope lies in its last breath... You won't fear us,for we won't bring you anything but a fading spirit, the essence of my frost cries... frost and ice destroy... My heart for your word,Dor Daedeloth, You have seen the journey of time,and let us, half mortal beings,take part of the truth and the solitude of mankind,forewer... Wherever we go,wherever we stand, silence covers the blood soaken land, and so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth. Five shillvets(?) are crossing the plains to the wide open forests of the west on and on they are travelling, in the direction of Hithlum called Nebelland,that made me asking for eternity...