| 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, forever…
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| Wherever we go, wherever we stand
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| Silence 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
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| In the direction of Hithlum
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| Called Nebelland, that made me
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| Asking for eternity… |