Rakoth
Planeshift
Fear (Wasn't in the Design)
Dancing, dancing round the fires Scales of brass and blackened gold Wings of flame, obsidian eyes Miracle you behold Sparkling bliss you see in her motion Joy of living and dancing in flame Gave the birth with all your devotion Time to give her a name Charming dance draws the rune of Earth Flame Mesmerizing, enchanting, femimine and proud See - her life and the fire are the same "I shall name you - Llah", - you speak her name aloud Smile freezing on you face, turning into the painful grin Burning invisible crown compressing your head Scarlet and black rings dancing before your eyes With groan you're falling to the ground Whispering "Why?" - "It wasn't in the Design!"... "Pain... So this is pain... Now I know how it feels... My creation... It wasn't in the Design... So it must not be..." Charming dance drew the rune of Earth Flame Mesmerizing, enchanting, feminine, divine You saw - her life and the fire were the same So you named her Llah forever to shine ... New feeling - like the wave of black flame: wrath Melkor rises with his fists clenched and shouts to the sky "You, the One! Leave him be! It's easy to control the weaker... Try me!" "YOUR WORDS..."
The Dark Heart of Uukrul
"I'm one of the darkness, once of the light I'm holding the Beacon, holding the night And if one of the darkness has won over light The pure shall be slaughtered in eternal night" Ruled by the ancient kings The city under the mountain Eriosthe laid in peace The Beacon gave the light The Beacon of powers so great Released at once they would Destroy everything These powers could not be possessed by the kings Too weak to exploit the whole might So I who have all the Arcana rings Emerge to claim my right I hide my heart within ornate urn At the place of no return Eight Beacon's guardians' hearts petrified To lock my death inside "The first behind gases and poisonous air The second with the dead behind twist and stair The third with the dragon, the fourth in a cell The fifth in the depth warped by evil spell The sixth with His hordes, the seventh in a pit And the last in the Stronghold where the Dark One sits Eight frozen keys for six bloodied locks And the darkest heart from the coldest rock" "One shattered heart shall the Dark One stop..." The fools tried before Too feeble were their efforts So worthless fate is deserved by fool With the ancient lore Dark prophecy summoned by servant In vain - Areth, thou wilt never rule! If one had force to find all hearts To hold me within this plane And with hammer of black glass split my soul apart It would not stop my sinister reign The only way to end this all And to make my citadel fall Is to fire the Beacon inside my lair If the gods wish to heed your prayer "Umhir deln Fshofth, Du saq mishallfen Ersan su stramanlisa du saq verhallfen Itor ka skirian, thror qastura taras Wur qanar wur stilor wur kas"
Og'elend
Dwelling in the depths, lurking as unnoticed As the shadow can't lurk in the gloom of the Underdark's night Ilythiiri, as we Drow call ourselves Rejoice life and deeds in the name of Queen Lloth Whether skinning the human on the sacrificial altar Or fighting another House to obtain the bounty of Spider Queen Drow remembers the wisdom of millenia carved in blood of ancestors "Who survives is who wins"... City is shrowded with invisible aura Atmosphere of black vanity consumes the unsound Underdark And the male drow is nothing but a servant So dares not to think - "Matrons know best" Darkness is the way of the drow Hate and scorn to all who does not belong to us So death to the elves, pain to the humans Disgrace to the dwarves... Drow supreme! "Jal khaless zhah waela..." "Ilharessen zhaunil alurl..." "Vel'uss zhaun alur taga lil Quarval-sharess?.." "L'elend zhah alurl..." "Lloth tlu malla!" "Ssussun pholor dos!" Hearken, ye Loethe! Do not hide thyself Behind the backs of the priestess ready to die by thy word I, Azamath Tormtor, shall not follow thy path I am free - I own my way Realize - I am different, I am not thine And thy rules do not affect me, thy orders are in vain Be aware of me and thou wilt not be amazed When thy temples are desecrated and burnt... Invisible I sneak the caves, to Arach-Tinilith I'm gradually getting closer and closer And finally I'm here standing by the walls, unseen Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the spies are perfect But I am led by scorn and rage The spirit of rebellion lives inside of me "Lil waela lueth waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn..." "Oloth zhah tuth abbil lueth ogglin..." Good old sayings serve me now and turn against you... Hearken, ye Loethe! I know I shall perish In battle against thy web that binds the minds of the drow "To walk apart from the House and Queen Is to walk into the grave" - My grave is the flame Nothing can possess me and noone I obey I am heretic, Og'elend, and I am proud of my fate So let it all be as it is We shall see what will follow... If something will...
Planeshift
Pale grey landscapes The universe of ignorance Light and dark Attributes of blind duality Choking here, searching for escape From the poisonous vapour Of all-consuming dementia Long to breathe Looking around I see only hazy shades, faint reflections of what could be a mind, unable to realize all sarcasm of their pathetic futile existance... Feeble thoughts, feeble needs, non-existant will to learning - only feeding and breeding... And dying as their time comes Just for it was "destined". Lambs... Colours dim, sun dying slowly Daylight bidding last farewell Taking a glance around just once I'm ready for the planeshift Need no one, no priest, no opfer The ritual's only a genious play All ceremony is a hermetic act My consciousness unfolds Leaving this world, dimension so hollow Leaving the realm of virtue and sin I deny No chant, no prayer I need I search for the way inside myself And memories rise before my eyes What am I leaving behind? What shall I pass by in my journey? And observing the sombre past I find diamonds How it is unbearable to leave But impossible to stay Doubts thrown away Thoughts clear, now nothing stops me I banish last ghosts of past Withered spirits of serenity And soon my rest shall be ruined Veil of slumber shall fall apart Aroused from my sleep I'll rise And shall begin living Flash of light, mental thunderstrike Mind shell cracks then shatters Turns reason unleashed Dark unveils umbral dismal depths Shining stellar planes All mine Now and for ever more I'm unbound To wander free among the stars To play with nebulas To create worlds at my own will To reign them or let them be And destroy them at my caprice To roam through the crystal spheres Of universal silent symphony
Gorthaur Aulendil
Aule the Forger has forged you in fire That was the truth they created for you Could you imagine Manve as liar? But your true father you never knew You achived mastery in art of forgery But your first creation was dagger of steel Never made stillborn golden flowers like others did You prefer iron - the metal that's real Feel yourself different, never felt home here Always a stranger, you're fire in snow See - they're afraid of you, you always scared them Seeds of true vision in hearts and minds you will sow You saw the stars as they saw only light of the Trees You dreamed as they only could pray You can't delight in their eternal serenity bliss And they fear your fiery way Feel yourself different, never felt home here Always a stranger, you're fire in snow See - they're afraid of you, you always scared them And so they called you Sauron, the Morgoth's spawn "Wise sad face I recall Melkor, your seed I am Son of the one they don't dare to name" Live, burn in your flame and love Love to the earth and the stars But the first thing you've made was the dagger of steel...
Mountain God
Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black moutain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it. See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and holding in his hand a golden chalice full of human suffering and fear. Once god of joy he became god of pain... By the will of Young Gods. The sword on the altar before the throne... The sword of blue magical steel... The Great Sword of Power... My disciple, it must be yours! Tortured victims fill all the hall before the throne Losing the rest of mind and soul with the parting groan Eyes gushing blood, mouth torn with a scream and no one hears Before this face, bloodlustful and grim, life disappears Winged creatures under the ceiling - down they stare Harvest pain, fear and suffering bouncing there Mixed with gore it makes the drink for the ancient god Raising powers of Mountain King - dreadful lord Hagen, disciple of Darkness... Step forth and take what now is yours... The sword... And I will help you with my force I gather the power for flaming spell Around myself turning the world Gaining true fire from the heart of Muspell Floods of the time I distort Fire shines into their eyes, hear their cries Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see their demise Trampling down mountain guards you break to the throne Crushing their swords, slashing apart with the strength grown Fire shines, blind are their eyes, your powers rise Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take your prize Before the throne you grab the sword - finally yours You pierce the chest of mountain lord with no remorse With their lord disincarnated the servants of the mountain disappear And the souls of the tortured finally obtain their long waited freedom Rejoicing in their afterlife Banished is the god - the body's dead and spirit roams But no return for blood that's shed and for painful groans Victims death turned into power that never dies Now it's waiting for its hour to arise
The Unquiet Grave
I am stretched on your grave, and you'll find me there always, If I had bounty of your arms I should never leave you. Little apple, my beloved, it is time for me to lay with you, There is the cold smell of clay on me, the tan of the sun and the wind. There is a lock on my heart, which is filled with love for you, And melancholy beneath it as black as the sloes. If anything happens to me, and death overthrows me, I shall become a fairy wind-gust down on the meadows before you. When my family thinks that I'm in my bed, It is on your grave I am stretched from night till morning, Telling my distress and lamenting bitterly For my quiet lovely girl who was bethrothed to me as a child. Do you remember the nights when you and I were under the blackthorn tree, And the night freezing? A hundred praises to gods that we did nothing harmful, And your crown of maidenhood is a tree of light before you! The priests and the monks every day were angry with me For being in love with you, young girl, when you are dead. I would be a shelter from the wind for you And protection from the rain for you; And oh, keen sorrow to my heart that you are under the earth!
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