Summoning - With Doom We Come | ||||
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1. Tar-Calion 2. Silvertine High on the mountains highest ridge Where oft the stormy winter gale Cuts life a scythe, while through the clouds It sweeps from vale to vale; Not five yards from the mountain path, Silvertine you on the left espy; And to the left, three yards beyond, You see a little muddy pound. I looked around, I thought I saw A jutting crag, and off I ran, Head-foremost, through the driving rain, The shelter of the crag to gain; And, as I am a man, Instead a jutting crag, I found Durins tower up from the ground... 3. Carcharoth Upon the threshold, watchful, dire, His eyes new-kindled with dull fire, His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame, Aroused he watched the no one came, No flitting shade nor hunted shape, Seeking from Angband to escape. Now past that guard what guile or might Could thrust from death into the light? As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth, and crashed Together like a trap, and tore His hand about the wrist, and shore 4. Herumor From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. On the brink of the abyss with a blindfold tied tight should I step into the mist or retreat back to the light? I don't know what is in there whether it be ground or a fall I don't know if I shall dare to take the step and risk it all... 5. Barrow-downs 6. Night Fell Behind Then mounte! Then mounte, brave gallants, all, And don your helmes amaine: Deathes couriers, fame and honor, call Us to the field again. No shrewish tears shall fill our eye When the sword hilts in our hand, Heart-whole well part and no white sighe For the fairest of the land; Let piping swaine, and craven wight, thus wheepe and puling crye Our business is like men to fight, And hero like to die! 7. Mirklands Good bye, proud world! I'm going home, Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; Long I've been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world! I'm going home. I am going to my own hearth stone Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-bye, proud world, I'm going home. 8. With Doom I Come And shadowy shapes did stare and roam Beneath the dark and starry dome That hung above the dawn of Earth And shaken it with silver mirth In later days when Morgoth first Fleeing the Gods, their bondage burst And on the mortal lands set feet Far in the north on his mighty seat There once, and long and long ago Before the sun and moon we know Were lit to sail above the world When first the shaggy woods unfurled There once, and long and long ago Before the sun and moon we know Were lit to sail above the world When first the shaggy woods unfurled And shadowy shapes did stare and roam Beneath the dark and starry dome That hung above the dawn of Earth And shaken it with silver mirth In later days when Morgoth first, Fleeing the Gods, their bondage burst And on the mortal lands set feet Far in the north on his mighty seat There once, and long and long ago Before the sun and moon we know Were lit to sail above the world When first the shaggy woods unfurled There once, and long and long ago Before the sun and moon we know Were lit to sail above the world When first the shaggy woods unfurled Death to light, to law, to love Cursed be moon and stars and stars above May darkness the everlasting old Drown Manwë, Varda and the shining sun Death to light, to law, to love Cursed be moon and stars and stars above May darkness the everlasting old Drown Manwë, Varda and the shining sun Death to light, to law, to love Cursed be moon and stars and stars above May darkness the everlasting old Drown Manwë, Varda and the shining sun Death to light, to law, to love Cursed be moon and stars and stars above May darkness the everlasting old Drown Manwë, Varda and the shining sun Lyrics in plain text format |
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