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Summoning Lyrics...

Tópico em 'E os Bardos Cantam...' iniciado por Cirth, 28 Jan 2006.

  1. Cirth

    Cirth Usuário

    Moondance

    Right in the dark
    Flames burn the glade
    You'll die, before we can try
    The blood aprise, shall not worry
    Your turn to pray
    You must not die

    In this place we're all, we'll be alone
    But we pray and lord will grant us life
    That's all I'll be
    Break my spell

    Right, but late
    Called at the gates of
    Place of bewitched
    Don't worry now
    The blood - a price
    The shadows bouncing over me.

    ..........................................

    Lugburz

    Cold be hand and heart and bone,
    and cold be sleep under stone:
    never more to wake on stony bed,
    never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.
    In the black wind the stars shall die,
    and still on gold here let them lie,
    till the dark lord lifts his hand
    over dead sea and withered land
    [1] When the winter first begins to bite
    and stones crack in the frosty night,
    when pools are black and trees are bare,
    it is evil in the wild to fare.
    [repeat 2 first lines of the verse]
    To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugburz
    No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
    This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
    Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
    Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind Nuit ,
    and forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
    to build up a new mighty empire

    ---------------------------------

    Passing Of The Grey Company

    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 there a horn in the hills ringing.
    Whose shall the horn be?Who shall call them
    from grey twilight,the forgotten people?
    the heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
    From the North shall he come,need shall drive him.
    He shall pass the door to the path of the dead.
    On your knees...
    The grey company is arriving now...

    ...............................................

    Morthond

    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...
    Grey now
    as tears gleaming
    silver, red it rolled then
    foam dyed with blood
    ...
    Grey now as tears gleaming silver
    Red then it rolled ... water
    Foam dyed with blood flamed at a sunset
    As flowers mountains burned at evening

    ........................................

    Ungolianth

    Come to me lady of a foreign shore
    to pass on your knowledge to me,
    interrupt these peacefull lands with your odem of pestilence
    Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight,
    the depths of Avathar.
    Your odem goes down the green rivers and
    high up to the blue skies,to the wide open forests and
    mountains so high,far away to the unknown and
    at last to destroy the two trees of life on
    the hills of Ezellohar...
    So high my throne,so cold as ice
    it makes my blue eyes turn red
    and this red covers my stronghold Angband
    as a shadow fog to keep it unseen...
    The Silmaril now covers my crown
    Keep away Ungolianth...

    ..........................................

    Through The Forest Of Dol Guldur

    A misty path through woods long past
    enshrined in silence and runes will keep
    the secrets of Dol Guldur
    Far away and over the cold fog mountains
    our gleaming eyes are searching for a sign
    and down to the deepest dungeons
    and to the old forgotten lair
    We must leave now,before a new day breaks
    to search for the pale gold
    that once belonged to the forest
    By the sounds of pounding hammers
    that sound like bells of the elves
    in our ears...
    we are still searching in the underground
    where our dark secrets sleep
    Far away over the cold fog mountains
    we have to leave now, before a new day breaks
    eternally...

    ...............................................

    Dor Daedeloth

    My heart for your word,Ered Engrin,
    and watch your folk,tired and small
    all hope lies in its last breath...
    You won't fear us,for we won't bring you anything
    but a fading spirit,
    the essence of my frost cries...
    frost and ice destroy...
    My heart for your word,Dor Daedeloth,
    You have seen the journey of time,and let us,
    half mortal beings,take part of the truth
    and the solitude of mankind,forewer...
    Wherever we go,wherever we stand,silence
    covers the blood soaken land,
    and so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth.
    Five shillvets(?) are crossing the plains

    ...................................................

    The Legend Of The Master-Ring

    Three rings to elven kings
    Under the sky, seven for the dwarf lords
    in halls of stone
    Nine for mortal men
    doomed to die
    One for the Dark Lord
    on his dark throne
    In the land
    Of Mordor where the shadows lie
    One Ring to rule them all
    One Ring to find them
    One Ring to bring them all
    And in darkness bind them
    In the land of Mordor
    where shadows
    lie

    .......................................

    Nightshade Forests

    And in the glade a light was seen
    Of stars and shadows shimmering
    Immortal maiden elven-wise...
    Long was the way through iron halls and darkling doors

    And woods of nightshade morrowless
    Elven-wise dance with me...
    Cold be hand, heart and bone
    And cold be my sleep under stone
    Never more I'll wake on a snowy bed
    Never - 'til the sun fails and the moon is dead

    In the black winds the stars shall die
    And still on gold here let them lie
    'Til the dark lord lifts his hand
    Over dead seas and withered land

    And I'll fly away...
    Where I dwell none can say
    For into darkness fell my star
    In Mordor where the shadows are

    ...........................................

    Elfstone

    All that is gold does not glitter
    All that is long does not last
    All that is old does not wither
    Not all that is over is past
    And I may not get through in time
    Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone
    In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see
    Elfstone - in the shadow of the dark throne
    For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee
    Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow
    Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow
    Thy last shaft when thou hast shot
    Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk
    For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram
    And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon
    I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me
    Out of dark to the day's rising
    I came crying in the sun - sword unsheathing
    To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking
    Now for wrath
    Now for ruin - and a red nightfall
    When the black breath blows - and death's shadows grow
    All lights pass
    Life to the dying - in my hand lying
    Shrivel like the old mist - like the winds go wailing
    Lost and forgotten be - darker than the darkness
    Where gates stand for ever shut
    'Til the world is mended

    ............................................

    Khazad Dum

    From ashes and fire be broken
    A light from the shadows shall spring
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken
    The crownless shall again be king

    The world is grey, the mountains old
    The forge's fire is ashen and cold
    No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
    The darkness dwells in Druin's halls

    The shadow lies upon his tomb
    But still the sunken stars appeal
    In the dark and windless Mirrormere
    There lies his crown in water deep

    'Til Druin wakes again from sleep
    A deadly sword, a healing hand
    A trumpet - voice, a burning hand
    A lord of Wisdom...

    Fire and shadow - both defied
    In Khazad-Dum his wisdom died
    In joy thou hast lived

    If thou hearest the cry
    of the Gull on the shore
    Thy soul shall then rest
    in the forest no more...

    ........................................

    Kor

    O fading town upon an island hill,
    Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
    Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;
    Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end
    While through the storeyed elms
    The gliding black water leaves these inland realms,
    And slips between long meadows to the Sea,
    Still bearing downward over murmurous falls
    One day and then another to the Sea
    And slowly thither many years have gone

    All thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,
    And shook with sudden whispering lament:
    For passing were the days, and doomed the nights
    When flittering ghost-moths danced round
    tapers in the moveless air nighttime

    And doomed already were the radiant dawns,
    The odour and the noise of meads,
    when all thy trees were bent,
    and shook with sudden whispering lament

    And slowly thither many years have gone
    since first the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion

    ...........................................

    Unto A Long Glory...

    Over the land there lies the long shadow.
    Westward reaching wings of darkness;
    The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings

    The doom approaches the Dead awaken;
    For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
    At the stone of Erech they shall stand again
    Hear there horn in hills enchants
    Who shall call them
    From grey twilight
    Forgotten ones?

    Out of doubt, out of dark
    Hope rekindles, and hope in end
    Over death, over dread
    Over doom lifted
    Out of loss, out of life
    And out of doubt, out of dark
    Over death, over dread
    Out of loss,
    Unto a long glory...

    The heir of him to whom the oath they swore
    From the North he shall come
    And he shall pass the door
    To the Paths of the Dead

    Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen
    And war now calls us!

    And hear there horn in hills ringing
    Who shall call them
    from grey twilight

    ..............................................

    Over Old Hills

    The air was neither night or a day,
    But faintly dark with softest light
    When first glimmered into sight
    The Cottage of Lost Play

    You and me - we know that land
    And often have been there in
    The old days, old days
    The dark child and a fair
    Was it down the paths of firelight
    Dreams in winter cold and white,
    Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
    The air was neither night or day,
    But faintly dark with softest light,
    When first there glimmered into sight
    The Cottage of Lost Play

    And why we never found the same
    Old cottage, or magic
    Track that leads between a silver sea,
    Between a silver sea
    And those old shores and gardens fair
    Where all things are that ever were -
    We know not, You and Me
    We know not, You and Me

    Those old shores and gardens fair
    Where all things are
    That ever were

    The air was neither night or day,
    But faintly dark with softest light,
    When first there glimmered into sight
    The Cottage of Lost Play
    And those old shores and gardens
    Where all things are that ever were
    We know not, You and Me,
    We know not, You and Me

    And these old shores
    And gardens fair
    Where all things are
    That ever were [before]
    Air was neither night or day
    But faintly dark with softest light
    When first there glimmered
    The Cottage of Lost Play

    ..............................................

    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

    ..........................................

    Flesh And Blood

    There was dancing and was ringing
    There were shadow-people singing
    Ancient songs of olden gods

    Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
    Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
    Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
    Thy towers silent in the mist await
    Their crumbling end, while through the elms
    The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms,
    And slips between long meadows to the Sea

    There was dancing and was ringing
    There were shadow-people singing
    Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
    Thy robe is grey
    Thy robe is grey

    Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle,
    Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;
    Kortirion, I will meet the winter here

    Thy towers silent in the mist await
    Their crumbling end, while through the elms
    The Gliding water leaves these inland realms,
    And slips between long meadows to the Sea

    There was dancing and was ringing
    There were shadow-people singing
    Ancient songs of olden gods
    Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
    Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still

    Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you...

    ................................................

    Kortirion Among The Trees

    For passing where the days, my friend
    and doomed the nights,
    when flitting ghostmoths danced
    round tapers in the moveless air.

    And doomed already were,
    the radiant dawns,
    the odour and the noise of meads
    and all about is night.

    One moment now may give us more
    than fifty years of reason,
    our minds shall drink of every pore
    the spirit of the season

    To her fair works did nature link
    the human souls that through me ran
    and much it grieved my heart to think
    what I can make of man.

    You look around on Middle-Earth
    as if she for no purpose bore you,
    as if you were her first-born birth,
    and none had lived before you.

    I sit upon this old grey stone,
    and dream my time away...

    .............................................

    Habbanan Beneath The Stars

    In Habbanan beneath the skies
    Where all roads end however long
    There is a sound of faint echoes
    And distant echoes of a song,
    For there men gather into rings
    Round their red fires while one voice sings -
    And all about is night

    Not night as ours, unhappy folk,
    Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars,
    A mist about the springing of the stars,
    There trails a thin and wandering smoke
    Obscuring with its veil half-seen
    The great abysmal still Serene.

    A globe of dark glass faceted with light
    Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight;
    Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain
    That watches for the moon that long has lain
    And caught the meteors' fiery rain -
    Such there is night.

    …and caught the meteors' fiery rain
    If I am dead and gone, would you remain...

    .............................................

    Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes

    My star, I saw it high and far
    At the parting of the ways
    A light on the edge of the outer night
    Like silver set ablaze
    Where the round world plunges steeply down
    But on the old roads goes
    As an unseen bridge that on arches runs
    To coasts that no man knows

    I would not find the burning domes and sands
    Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
    Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
    Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes

    But where they bloom those flowers fair
    In what air or land they grow
    What words beyond the world I heard
    If you would seek for know

    In a boat then, brother, far afloat
    You must labour in the sea
    And find yourself things out of mind:
    You will learn no more of me

    I would not find the burning domes and sands
    Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
    Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
    Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes...

    ........................................................

    The Glory Disappears

    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
    My destiny has found me here
    Upon this lonely road

    And many thousands now are sad
    Wait the fulfilment of their fear
    For I must die who is their stay
    Their glory disappears

    Now I am dead and gone, my friend
    Life's pain has come to end
    Your star will guide my soul
    To ride the winds above

    .........................................

    Like Some Snow-White Marble Eyes

    How countless they congregate
    O'er our tumultuous snow
    Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
    When wintry winds do blow

    As if with keenness for our fate
    Our faltering few steps on
    To white rest, and a place of rest
    Invisible at dawn

    And yet with neither love nor hate
    Those stars like some snow-white
    Morgoth snow-white marble eyes
    Without the gift of sight

    Upon this star I fixed my eye
    All over the wide land
    My horse moved on, hoof after hoof
    He raised and never stopped
    When down behind the cottage roof
    At once the planet dropped

    ..........................................

    Where Hope And Daylight Die

    Still here I wake and I think of you
    I see you far away
    Answer my call
    Can you hear my voice
    I hear you

    For we are gone and forever lost
    Broken here I lie
    Beneath the shadow sink
    Where daylight dies
    I wake for you

    In better lands the sun may shine
    And green leaves on trees spring
    Their opening and blossoming
    But here the raven sing

    But still I stand and think of
    Days when grass was green
    And my heart was so young
    They 've never been Past
    Forever lost

    .........................................

    The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

    Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
    Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears
    Were numerous as wheat field's ears
    Rolled over all the great lands, and seas
    Were loud with navies, their devouring fires
    Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
    And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres
    Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
    Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
    Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts
    Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
    And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
    I need no call of clamant bell that rings
    Iron tongued in the towers of earthly kings
    Take a ride on, ride on,
    on your rotting horse
    on that deadly ground
    Take a ride, ride on,
    on your rotting horse
    with a pounding sound.
    Here on the stones and trees there lies a spell
    Of unforgotten loss, of memories more blest
    than mortal wealth.
    Here undefeated dwell the fog immortal
    under withered elmes,
    Alalminore one in ancient realms

    ..................................

    The Shadow Lies Frozen On The Hills

    Farewell we call to the earth and hall
    Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall
    We must away ere break of day
    For over wood, tree and mountain tall.

    With foes ahead, behind us dread
    Beneath the sky's our bed
    Until at last our toil be passed
    Our journey's done with sped

    Beneath the moon and under a tall star
    I wandered so far from northern lands
    Bewildered on enchanting charming ways
    So far from the days of mortal lands

    From gashing of the narrow ice so near
    Where shadows lie frozen on the hills top
    From neither heats and burning glowing waste
    I'm turning in haste and fear.

    .............................................

    The Loud Music Of The Sky

    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
    Haunting lonely moor and meadow
    Dancing by the haunted spring
    Riding on the whirlwinds wing

    Far less happy, for we have
    Help nor hope beyond the grave
    Man awakes to joy or sorrow
    Ours the sleep that knows no morrow
    This is all that I can show
    This is all that you may know

    A year there is a lifetime
    And a second but a day
    And an older would will meet you
    Each morn' you come away

    The thunder's noise is our delight
    And lightning makes us day by night
    And in the air we dance on high
    To the loud music of the sky

    ..................................

    A Distant Flame Before The Sun

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people who will see a world
    that I shall never know

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of older times that were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at my door

    On high above the mists I came
    A distant flame before the sun
    A wonder ere the waking dawn
    Where grey the nordlands waters run
    In elder days and years of yore

    ...........................................

    A New Power Is Rising

    [inscription on the ring:]

    Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul
    ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul

    [translation from the black speech:]

    One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
    One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.]

    ................................................

    South Away

    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 wizards.

    South away! South away now!
    Far away seek the sunlight and the day.

    Hail, hail now, king of the mark.

    ........................................

    In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells

    Far over the misty mountains cold
    To dungeons deep and carvens 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 like torches blazed with light

    The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
    While hammers fell like ringing bells
    In places deep where dark things sleep
    In hollow halls beneath the fells

    For ancient kind and elvish lord
    There many a gleaming golden hord
    They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
    To hide in gems on hilt of sword

    .......................................

    Our Foes Shall Fall

    The sword is sharp, the spear is long
    The arrow swift, the gate is strong
    The heart is bold that looks on gold
    The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong

    The mountain throne once more is freed
    O! Wandering fold, the summons heed
    Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste
    The king of friend and kin has need.

    Now call we over mountains cold
    Come back unto the caverns old
    Here at the gates the king awaits
    His hands are rich with gems and gold

    The king is come unto his hall
    Under the mountain dark and tall
    The worm of dread is slain and dead
    And ever so our foes shall fall

    ..........................................

    The Mountain King's Return

    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
    And grass beneath the sun
    His wealth shall flow in fountains
    And rivers golden run

    The streams shall run in gladness
    The lakes shall shine and burn
    All sorrow fail and sadness
    At mountains king's return

    ........................................

    Runes Of Power

    The wind came down from mountain could
    And like a tide it roared and rolled
    The branches groaned, the forest moaned
    And leaves were laid upon the mould

    The wind went on from West to east
    All movement in the forest ceased
    But shrill an harsh across the marsh
    Its whistling voices were released

    ..........................................

    Ashen Cold

    A grin and a word is his trade
    From these his profit is made
    Though his body is not tall and his courage seems small
    His fame will take longer to fade

    Beyond the ocean brews a battle
    Beyond the battle blood shall fall
    To a place where man forsaken
    Dwells the one who should not live

    Then a bargain shall be entered
    Saurons might shall be restored
    You and we were first to conquer
    You and we shall be the last.

    ...........................................

    Farewell

    Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can!
    Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can!
    Who can call the fish from the depths of the see, yes I can!
    Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can!

    I have been a sword in the hand,
    I have been a shield in a fight,
    I have been the string of a harp,
    I can shift my shape like a god.

    Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed
    Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare
    By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and
    Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain

    .............................................

    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 mightier hand.
    Did you see the Arcenstone?
    It was like a gloom, with a thousand facetts
    It shone like silver in the firelight
    like water in the sun,
    like snow under the stars,
    like rain upon the moon
    The adventure starts my friend off we go
    Far away, Lonely Mountain its dark head in (a) torn cloud
    This night was the worst, and then became pitchdark, so dark,
    (that you can) see nothing.

    ...........................................

    Saruman


    Saruman come forth.
    I am Saruman the white, Saruman of many colours.
    Middle days are passing,
    younger days ....
    The nine have come forth again
    A new power is rising,
    the victory is at hand and there will be rich reward for thoser who aid it.
    By night or day. Are we not both members of a high and ancient order (most
    excellent in Middle Earth).
    The friedship of Saruman and the power of Orthanc (can not be lightly thrown aside),
    you have won a battle but not a war.
    Will you have peace with me. And all the aid that my knowledge,
    founded in long years can brings
    Good days, come back by night or day

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