All of your efforts whisper secrets to me I laugh at their frailty I see all
Where will you go when the mountain impedes you? I am the harrowing voice in the wind I am the White Wizard
I am the tongue of flame that tastes the breast of the mother She will quake in her pleasure and bury you beneath her
It is unwise to face the fingers of the deep You should have risked the western way The doors of Durin have remained sealed for an age starving the dark remains of Moria
The era has ended that place is a forgotten tomb your names will echo through the halls of the DwarrowdelfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
