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White marble walls
Designed to catch and reflect the moonlight
Shown in a soft silverly gleam
Such beauty in these mortal lands cannot last
The deepest darkness
Haunts behind mountains strong and grim
Awaiting its time
In the shade growing, and taking form

Flying on black wings
The darkest of kingas
Sent forth a plague
So many lives to take

Darkness crept to the land of fire
Where the guardians watchfull gaze was elsewhere
Taking back the fields of dust
And the cursed vale of Gorgoroth
Conquering the tower of the moon
With the blackest of witchcraft and the legions of doom
Twisted, poisoned, and broken was it`s light
There sanity was lost and replaced by fright

In the shade of eternal night
Once grew a sapling of Nimloth the White
A tree of the mighty kings of Numenor
An image of the silvery tree of light
Within it a power of ancient might
Untouched by the evil deeds of men

In the shade of eternal night
Once grew a sapling of Nimloth the White
A tree of the mighty kings of Numenor
An image of the silvery tree of light
Within it a power of ancient might
Untouched by the evil deeds of men

Darkness ruled again the land of terror
As the guardposts were ruined and decayed by time
Spreading across the the fields of dust
In the cursed vale of Gorgoroth
The twisted corpselight of Minas Morgul
That illuminated nothing, shined its cold and sickening glow
The gate once fair and joy to the eyes
Now turned to a horrid mouth of wicked silence

Yet still we remember
The beauty of Isildur's city
And in our dreams still walk
Under the silvery moon
On the streets of Minas Ithil
And in the gardens of Ithilien,
Maybe one day we may return

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