For passing where the days, my friend and doomed the nights, when flitting ghostmoths danced round tapers in the moveless air. And doomed already were
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
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and carvens old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold The pines were roaring
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
And in the glade a light was seen Of stars and shadows shimmering Immortal maiden elven-wise... Long was the way through iron halls and darkling doors
The sword is sharp, the spear is long The arrow swift, the gate is strong The heart is bold that looks on gold The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
[1. Sample] Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast and let it lay there until the moutain falls and may it bring good fortune to all your
The wind came down from mountain could And like a tide it roared and rolled The branches groaned, the forest moaned And leaves were laid upon the mould
[1. Sample] Saruman come forth. [2. Sample] I am Saruman the white, Saruman of many colours. [3. Sample] Middle days are passing, younger days ....
How deep you long for death now as your kingdom fades away and the darkened thorns of sunlight tremble through these frozen lands of doom Now as we are
Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves That break against the shore, shall lull my mind And scorn against all enemies prepared And with the
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
The air was neither night or a day, But faintly dark with softest light When first glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play You and me - we know
The king beneath the mountains The king of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall
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
My star, I saw it high and far At the parting of the ways A light on the edge of the outer night Like silver set ablaze Where the round world plunges
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
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