Flee now Mithrandir, tread ye not, where the mighty slumber. Fly now loathsome wizard, lest these stone halls, be your, bone yard. Flee now Mithrandir, tread ye not, where the mighty slumber. Fly now loathsome wizard, lest these stone halls, be your, bone yard.
Sorcerer, servant swine, wasting, aeons, implement, of Valar, intent. I have raged, across lands, that have sunk, in ages past, burning kings, on pyre wings.
Dwarf lords, brought low, by my wrath, dare ye challenge, my path Gravely shall, your insults cost your, fellowship, stake lost. Gandalf Stormcrow, to me bow, Olorin dog, kneel to me now.
Rising, Durin's Bane, Rising Shadow's flame, I who stood, with Melkor, since world, was young. Rising, Morgoth's stain, Rising Maiar's shame, I who's steeped, in carnage, from first, song sung.
Flee now Mithrandir, tread ye not, where the mighty slumber. Fly now loathsome wizard, lest these stone halls, be your, bone yard. Flee now Mithrandir, tread ye not, where the mighty slumber. Fly now loathsome wizard, lest these stone halls, be your, bone yard.
You... Shall Not Pass! You... Shall Not Pass! You... Shall Not Pass! You... Shall Not Pass!
Die, Mithrandir, burn through time, my scourge, thus inclined! Die, Mithrandir, burn through time, my scourge, thus inclined! Die, Mithrandir, burn through time, my scourge, thus inclined!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
