Тексты песен «Summoning»

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...

[inscription on the ring:] Ash nazg durbatulk, ash nazg gimbatul Ash nazg thrakatulk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul [translation from the black speech:] One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring...

[inscription on the ring:] Ash nazg durbatula?ak, ash nazg gimbatul ash nazg thrakatula?ak, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul [translation from the black speech:] One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to...

[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...

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...

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...

My heart for your word, Ered Engrin, And watch your folk, tired and small All hope lies in it's last breath... You won't fear us, for we won't bring you anything But a fading spirit, The essence of my frost cries.....

..... On cold landscapes of ghostly substance The dragon spreads it's 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 Stone...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

You take me to heaven from deeper than hell ever dug And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug Confessions unravel You bang with your gavel And here I stand guilty In a court where you are the judge You're the...

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...

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...