| Cold be hand and heart and bone
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| And cold be sleep under stone:
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| Never more to wake on stony bed
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| Never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead
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| In the black wind the stars shall die
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| And still on gold here let them lie
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| Till the dark lord lifts his hand
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| Over dead sea and withered land
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| When the winter first begins to bite
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| And stones crack in the frosty night
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| When pools are black and trees are bare
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| It is evil in the wild to fare
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| To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugbúrz
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| No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
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| This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
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| Again I’m kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
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| Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind
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| And forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
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| To build up a new mighty empire |