Summoning

Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves That break against the shore, shall lull my mind And scorn against all enemies prepared And with the food of pride sustained my soul In solitude Sad was I, to pain depressed Importunate and heavy load

(Instrumental) 专辑:Praise the Beast 歌手:Azarath 歌曲:Summoning

On..... cold landscapes of ghostly substance The dragon spreads it's wings The only dragon creator, of time On paths where Once surrounded by night Throned the dragon of time now dwells The swords dipped in blood Stone cold washed, away by time None

The rotting horse on that deadly ground 腐朽大地上的凋零战马 Wars of great kings and clash of armouries 国王的圣战开始了,铸剑师的炼锤敲响了 Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears were numerous as wheat field's ears 拿起身边的剑,准备好无数的长矛 Rolled over all the great lands, and sea

Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken, for the hour is come for the oathbreakers; at the stone of Erech they shall stand again and hear t

Arcenstone Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast and let it lay there until the moutain falls and may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist, never was it wielded by a mig

We heard horns in hills ringing The swords shining in South-kingdom Steeds went striding to the Stoningland As winds in morning. War was there. There run dark waters Morthond, under mountains Death in the morning and at day's end Lords took and lowly

Watch the ball Nice! Run! Run! Run! 专辑:Anno Mortiri Domini 1959 歌手:Summoning 歌曲:The Summoning (Verse III-VI The Infernal Cabbala)

Summoning Soul Wandering [Instrumental] 专辑:Minas Morgul 歌手:Summoning 歌曲:Soul Wandering

Flammifer Beneath the moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands Through evernight he back was borne on black and roaring waves that ran o'er leagues unlit and foundered shor

What I am, I must not show What I am thou could (not know) Something between heaven and hell Something that neither stood nor fell Something that through thy wit or will May work thee good, may work thee ill Neither substance quite, nor shadow Haunti

The windy years have strewn down distant ways; and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing songs of old memory amid thy present tears, or hope of days to come half sad with many fears. Though along thy paths no longer runs while war untimely takes th

"Sit now there, and look out upon the lands were evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou lovest. Thou hast dared to mock me, and to question the power of Melkor, Master of the fates of Arda. Therefore with my eyes thou shalt see, and with my

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Nightshade Forests 歌手:Summoning 歌曲:Rortirion Among the Trees

A king there was in days of the old Ere men yet walked upon the mould His power was reared in caverns shade His hand was over glen and glade His shields were shining as the moon His lances keen of steel were hewn Of silver grey his crown was wrought

How deep you long for death now as your kingdom fades away and the darkened thorns of sunlight tremble through these frozen lands of doom Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness we reopen our history, that once belonged to them oh, have you seen

And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadows shimmering Immortal maiden elven-wise... Long was the way through iron halls And darkling doors And woods of nightshade morrowless elven-wise dance for me Cold be hand and heart and bone And cold

The king beneath the mountains The king of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall be restrung His halls shall echo golden To songs of yore resung The woods shall wave on mountains

Leave the halls and caverns deep Were the forests wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim Float beyond the world of trees Past the rushes, past the reeds Past the marshes, weaving weeds I'm the crowns of the seven kings. I'm the robes of the five

Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold The pines were roaring on the height The winds were moaning in the night The fire was read, it flaming spread The trees l