
Date of issue: 17.12.2006
Song language: English
The Rising of the Dark Lord |
The beasts of Hell just lick his hand |
All creatures from forgotten lands |
Long lost worlds with spires of gold |
Where the land was cleft and auroras rolled |
Purple skies all streaked with green |
A landscape fit for a thousand dreams |
Seas of fire with sulphur spray |
The Dark Lords labyrinth hide away |
From long dead Charne or ancient Mu' |
His army comes in search of you |
Dead or undead can’t eternal lie |
With passing eons even death may die |
Crushing what he caused in play |
The chaos would blow earths dust away |
Mutants would roam the desolate sphere |
Haunters of the dark all men would fear |
And so the Dark Lord legend goes |
But what form he will take no one knows |
It may be in mans image who can say |
This master of the Machiavellian ways |
Look to your heart to what you hold dear |
The last ring is trust so keep it near |
Don’t let him have the last ring |
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king |
Don’t let him have the last ring |
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king |
Don’t let him have the last ring |
Let Mordor keep its shadowy king |