All Dead, All Rotten Songtext
von Withered Land

Cold clammy winter still hold sway
In these forsaken lands
Thick sinister fog obscured the sun
The reeds are twisted
Like dead man′s hands

Rotting grasses loomed up in the mists
Like shadows of forgotten summers
Candles of corpses - don't heed them
The dead light of ancient hours

All dead, all rotten!

The ghosts of the past are furied
Enemy slain, but with what a price?
Elves and men, like orcs, are buried
Dead Marshes are their demise

There was a great battle long ago
Land of the dead
For the Last Alliance
Land of the dead!
Frozen memories


All dead, all rotten
Echoes from the past
All dead, all rotten
Battle of Dagorlad

Cursed place gives no rest
For the peaceless souls portending death
Dreary and wearisome final jest
Dead Marshes have no regrets

The Marshes have grown since then
Swallowed up the graves
Always creeping
Always creeping

All dead, all rotten
Echoes from the past
All fallen, forgotten
Battle of Dagorlad

All dead, all rotten
Echoes from the past
All dead, all rotten
Battle of Dagorlad


The joy of victory is overshadowed
And a new evil lies ahead
One decision – many losses
The seed of vice is spread