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My heart for your word, Ered Engrin, |
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and watch your folk, tired and small |
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all hope lies in its last breath... |
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You won't fear us, for we won't bring you anything |
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but a fading spirit, |
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the essence of my frost cries... |
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frost and ice destroy... |
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My heart for your word, Dor Daedeloth, |
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You have seen the journey of time, and let us, |
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half mortal beings, take part of the truth |
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and the solitude of mankind, forewer... |
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Wherever we go, wherever we stand, silence |
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covers the blood soaken land, |
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and so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth. |
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Five shillvets are crossing the plains |
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to the wide open forests of the west |
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on and on they are travelling, in |
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the direction of Hithlum |
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called Nebelland, that made me |
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asking for eternity... |
