Here beside, me under endless howling winds,
My dying race is wandering,
Is wandering homewards,
Led by an old man to shores, that don't, don't exist,
Just emptiness, remains,
Just emptiness remains...
Hour after hour, day after... day my lullaby, is turning and falls,
Gently on this sleeping land...
Like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
Two years have passed and still my race is wandering
Through foreign shores like Dol Gur
To foreign shores...
Two years have passed and still my race is wandering
Through foreign shores like Dol Gur shores...
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards
The heart of your heaven, and so I die...
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards
The heart of your heaven, and so... so I die...
Still my folk, keeps marching...
Keep marching homewards
Still my race is wandering
Through foreign shores like Dol Gur.
Here beside, me, under endless howling winds,
My dying race is wandering,
Is wandering homewards...
Led by an old, man, to shores that don't exist,
Just emptiness, remains,
Just emptiness remains...
Two years have passed and still my race is wandering,
Through foreign shores,
Foreign shores...
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards
The heart of your heaven, and so I die...
On and on goes our march
Gruesome as the light of sun
Cold as winds that hide in me
On and on goes our march
Gruesome as the light of sun
Cold as winds that hide in me.
Summoning - Marching Homewards/ Minas Morgul

