Sun has failed and the Moon is dead, Stars are erased o’er Gorgoroth; Snuffed is the light of the Silmaril: Beren forsaken lies…
How can I fight with a broken sword? Now the forge’s fire is ashen cold; Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore Fair and desperate…
There can be no victory, Minas Tirith is prey to wolves; Pathos fill my cup with pain: Here’s to Her beauty’s bane!
Where am I to go when I have no home? Give me back my heart as a shattered shield; Know I’ll die alone on the Iron Hill Fair and desperate…
On the deserted battlefield I seek the shards of a broken heart; Midst hopes and banners torn apart Death is my sole reward…
How can I fight with a broken sword? Now the forge’s fire is ashen cold; Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore Fair and desperate…
The trembling starlight of the skies Burns me beside the Grey Sea: Borgia tell me ‘twas not in vain, For I love thy lies…
Where am I to go when I have no home? Give me back my heart as a shattered shield; Know I’ll die alone on the Iron Hill Fair and desperate…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
