Path of the Doomed Songtext
von Emyn Muil
Path of the Doomed Songtext
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
Together you march to war and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His amity will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
Fire ravaged, blackened man hugging his blasted domain
Frosted heart and hands, black shadow on a grey land
Life clinging, striving, killing at the fringes
Fierce in the borrowed fire of his torched lands
Heedless yet haunted, in his fighting
Death passed him by to gorge on his prey
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
Together you march to war and shared their lonely fate
By swords and arrows we hunt in these poor lands
The enemy is close, I smell the stink of orcs
Wastelands with bloodied hands they walk with heavy steps
A narrow path to freedom between the walls of death
Across the blasted plains of his once green moors
Frosted heart and hands, black shadow on a grey land
A path for the few to take
A land bridge away
From the Dark Lord′s Ire
Life clinging, striving, killing at the fringes
Fierce in the borrowed fire of his torched lands
Heedless yet haunted, in his fighting
Death passed him by to gorge on his prey
Together you march to war and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His amity will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
Fire ravaged, blackened man hugging his blasted domain
Frosted heart and hands, black shadow on a grey land
Life clinging, striving, killing at the fringes
Fierce in the borrowed fire of his torched lands
Heedless yet haunted, in his fighting
Death passed him by to gorge on his prey
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
Together you march to war and shared their lonely fate
By swords and arrows we hunt in these poor lands
The enemy is close, I smell the stink of orcs
Wastelands with bloodied hands they walk with heavy steps
A narrow path to freedom between the walls of death
Across the blasted plains of his once green moors
Frosted heart and hands, black shadow on a grey land
A path for the few to take
A land bridge away
From the Dark Lord′s Ire
Life clinging, striving, killing at the fringes
Fierce in the borrowed fire of his torched lands
Heedless yet haunted, in his fighting
Death passed him by to gorge on his prey
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