: [Lyrics - Tucker, Music - Azagthoth] I stand before thee, gods of all prestine Come forth to see, all things to be seen Now know the presence, and
the crescendo of an unchained spirit. Endless, majestic, impressively oversized and in a state of perpetual circular motion... The shriveled parchment walls who summoned
ancestor of the gods! I summon thee, creature of darkness by the words of darkness! I summon thee, creature of hatred by the words of hatred! I summon
DEFEIS & EDWARD PURSINO] [KLYTEMNESTRA'S SPIRIT:] Spirit of the Air... Remember Spirit of the Earth... Hear my Prayer Spirit of the Seas... I Summon
I stand before thee, gods of all prestine for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path come forth to see, all things to be seen now know the presence,
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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 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
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
[Battle of the Sudden Flame] .... Streams of fire flow down Thangorodrim ....
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
