Wraith Lord

…crinkle…

And the glass falls to the floor…
And the fire leaps in the square…
The ships burn on the sea…
…there are screams spread on the air…!

Burn the ships!
Tear them down!
Turn the frothy waves to red…

Seize the men!
Watch them drown!
All will fall err the night have fled!

In the skies, feel the chill,
Spirits I hear calling!
On the sea, burning boats,
That the dead are hauling!

Oh!

In the night! Far from sight!
Watch the helpless fall!
…Falls a king of Nummor,
Under Sauron's thrall!

Break the oaths that were sworn!
Break the ties that bind him,
Warp the heart that nobly beat,
Something's wrong inside him!

In those eyes, I can see,
Nothing that remembers…
Will his eyes, still be dry,
When his lands are embers?

Oh!

Burn the ships! Tear them down!
Fire on the water!
Burn the ships! Tear them down!
Lead your own to slaughter!
Burn the ships! Watch them drown!
I still hear them cry!
Burn the ships! Watch them drown!
Why my Leigh lord! Why?

…why…

…And the glass lies on the floor…
…and the fire dies in the square…
Lye the ships below the waves,
Morning's light can't reach them there…

…in the shadow of the Eye,
With the death of all he's known,
I must wonder… will he weep?
Now that damned he stands…

….Theglassfalls fireonthe fireonthewater theslaughter….

…Alone...?


The Black Charge

The steeds, they fly like falcons.
With feat of talons curving,
That spears the helpless rabbit,
Their bellows heard.

Nine, and black their number.
The dark one they are serving,
With bit and bridle, steel and mail,
Flying feet are blurred.

Across the field the grasses still,
As if no winds were blowing.
Yet frost does creep upon their stalks,
Strange weather they are knowing.

The clods of dirt from earth fly free,
The hoof beats rhythmic thunder,
Turning from beauty to fresh decay,
And bringing fear from wonder.

High above in midnights sky,
The moon lye's mournfully beaming.
Across the field a city lies,
Some start to hear their screaming…
A metal flash, a stallions roar,
The bellows in the mist.
The eyes of fire drawing near...

The blade, that death hath kissed.


An Easterling's Death

Mordor… I fled the drums,
Mordor… I feared the blade,
Mordor… I walk, alone and afraid…

Darkness has come, snowflakes are falling…
They lye in clumps on my helm, in my eyes…
Here the winds howl, Wargs I hear calling,
No time to fear them… nor their cries…

I have walked a lonely road,
Down a path man shouldn't tread,
Under skies of darkest hue,
Or even brilliant red…
I have walked a lonely road,
Now I cannot lye or rest,
…Cannot raise my head with pride,
It lye's upon my breast…

Do you hear above the wolves, a wrathful Nazgul call? He's coming…
In the snow and in the sleet, bringing winter into fall? He's near…
Do you hear above the winds, a vengeful spirit's cry? In darkness…
Calling out a mourning chant, dead yet cannot die. He's here…

Oh I wish only to return, into the halls of men,
…but looking in his eyes, know I never will, again.
…in the harshest of the hills, you think he has no spies,
…but he'll see your painful death, in his hunting Ringwraith's eyes…

I have walked a lonely road,
Down a path man shouldn't tread,
Under skies of darkest hue,
Or even brilliant red…
I have walked a lonely road,
Now I cannot lye or rest,
…And the Nazgul follows on,
His blade raised to my breast…

I have walked a lonely road,
I have heard the fallen cry,
I have seen the throngs of war,
I've knelt before the Eye…
I have walked a lonely road,
Just to loose my life this night,
…To loose the very thing I saved,
When I turned and fled…

That fight.