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Wir fliegen

Wenn ihr uns zu Flugelkreaturen sehet
Macht euch fertig zum verzweiflungvollen Tode
Nacht ist um uns in der böse Blicke funkeln
Man spricht von uns: "Schwarze Reiter sind unsterblich"

"Die Neun gehören zu den höchsten Wesen aus Schattenwelt"

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

In autumn when wind and the sea
Rejoice to live and laught to be
And scarce the blast the curbs and the tree
And bids before it quail and flee

In winter when years when the years burn low
As fire wherein no firebrands glow
And winds disvel as they blow

[1. Sample]
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

[2. Sample]
In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist,
never was it wielded by a mightier hand.

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

[Morgoth:]
Sit now there,
And look out upon the lands
Where evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou
lovest.

Thou hast dared to mock me, and to question the power of
Melkor,

To north, to north there lay the land of dread
Dungorthin, where all ways were dead
In hills, in hills of shadow bleak and cold
Beyond was deadly nighshades hold

To south, to south the wide earth unexplored
To west, to west the ancient ocean roared
To east, to east in peaks of blue were piled

When winter winds are piercing chill,
and through the hawthorn blows the gale,
with solemn feet i tread the peak,
that overbrows the mountains vale.

Redhorn; my doom!

Where twisted round the barren oak,

In the year 455 it began, the battle of rapid fire.
Announced threw flames,
more deadly then the third battle.
Streams of fire flowing out of Thangorodrin and burned Ardgalen
And with the flame a see of orcs arived,
and balorgs and glaurung the dragon.
Having received all his might now Dor Thonion broke down first under this onset
Angrod and aegnor where killed and their folk enslaved.

Wir fliegen

Wenn ihr uns zu Flugelkreaturen sehet
Macht euch fertig zum verzweiflungvollen Tode
Nacht ist um uns in der böse Blicke funkeln
Man spricht von uns: "Schwarze Reiter sind unsterblich"

"Die Neun gehören zu den höchsten Wesen aus Schattenwelt"

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...

.....
on cold landscapes of ghostly substance
the dragon spreads its 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

Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum
And all the trumpets mournful blast
They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come
to all his dreams of glory past

Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake,
The earth with all its awful sound
Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake,

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

ilu vanya, fanya, eari
i-mar, ar ilqa imen.
na uye sere indo-ninya simen, ullume;

ten si ye tyelma, yeva tyel ar i-narqelion,
fre ilqa yeva notina, hostainieva, yallume:
ananta uva tare farea, ufarea!

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 sea, 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,

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 shores

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

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
(And all about is night).

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stens there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their bark

As faint as deepest sleeper's breath
An echo came as cold as death
Long are the paths, of shadow made

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

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

Here beside me,under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering homewards,
Led by an old man to shores.that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...

On and on goes our march gruesome as the
light of sun,cold as winds that hide in me

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

Rivers of fire, the dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
Upon the plain burst forth and high.
The red was mirrored in the sky.

From Hitblum's walls they saw the fire,
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Leap up, till in confusion vast

[Written in black language of Mordor]

Brus-kuluz taurzur bûrzu tiil-ob
Hush-ob dhurum agh ufum dhurum
Tor Vautu brus-troguz
Urgai-u gukh dûmp agh tiimor

Talaan-u rûk-ir tor urûk

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

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

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

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

The wind is cold and heavy
And storms are in the sky
Our path across the nordland
Goes higher and more high

To left the sea we came from
To right the white hills with no tree.
The wind is growing colder

Here many days once gently past me crept
in this dear town of old forgetfulness;
here all entwined in dreams once long i slept
and heard no echo of the world’s distress

For here the castle and the mighty tower,
more grey and dim than long cold autumn rain,
sleep, nor sunlit moment nor triumphal hour,

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 thy many sons,
no tide of treason can thy glory drown

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 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

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

Fair shall the end be!
We will never turn back from pursuit.
War shall he have and hatred undying.

We and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda.

Fair shall the end be!
We will never turn back from pursuit.

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

Three rings for the elven kings under the sky
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men domed to die.
One for the dark lord and 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 the darkness bind them.
In the land of mordor where the shadows lie.

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

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

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.

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

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

The wandering fire .... the fire woodlands filling;
in glades for ever green it glows,
In dells immortal immortal dew distilling
The flower that in secret fragrance grows.

Uncounted leagues away it lies from here,
And foam there flowers ... there flowers upon the sea
By cliffs of crystal ... of crystal carven clear

While, i, look at the moon ... alone i look out under moonlight
From in my windy tower ... from in my white and windy tower
Ye bide no moment and await no hour,
But go with solemn song and harpers tune

Through the darkest night ... through darkest night and shadow seashores
To the distant trees, the trees that brought the light to valar
Whose fruit and flower are the moon and sun,

A misty path threw woods long passed and shrined in silence
and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur.
Far away and over the cold fold mountains,
our gleeming eyes are searching for a sign
and down to the deepest dungeons
and to the old forgotten lair.
We must leave now befor a new day breaks
to search for the pale gold

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

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

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

Where Hope And Daylight Die

Still here I wake and I think of you
I see you, I see you far away
Answer my call, can you hear my voice?
I hear you...

For we are gone and forever lost

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

Only the weak believe,
that what they do in battle,
is who the are as men

Far in the north neath hills of stone
in caverns black there was a throne,
by flame encircled there the smoke
in coiling collumns rose to choke.

Бесчисленное множество стекается
На этом кружащемся снегу.
Снежинки падают, принимая очертания величественных деревьев,
И дуют ледяные ветра.
Ощущая какое-то участие в моей судьбе,
Я ступаю неуверенно навстречу
Вечному покою, к месту последнего похода,
Который незрим при свете утренней зари.