Dance for us... (Lugburz)
Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep... under stone:
Never more to wake... on stony bed...
Never, till the sun fails, and the moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
And still on gold here let them lie,
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Over dead, sea and withered land
When the winter first begins, to bite
And stones, crack in the frosty night,
When pools are black and trees are bare,
It is evil (in the) wild to fare.
When the winter first begins, to bite
And stones crack in the frosty night.
To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugburz.
No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls,
This winter walls, of stone
And ice, behold thy might,
Again, I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war,
Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats... into my mind
And forms... my thoughts, of Middle-Earth,
To build up... a new... mighty, empire.
Might to empire...
Summoning - Lugburz / Minas Morgul