Summoning Mirkwood
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 the end of the bard never forgotten, the land of sleep, the time before the birth of the worlds The echoes of his harp, have poisoned the air the horizons of the earth have drowned I have heard you were strangers in a false land, where visions turn to faith. No longer I am now