Flight Of The Nazgul - Summoning

The air was neither night or a day, But faintly dark with softest light When first glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play You and me - we know that land

And in the glade a light was seen Of stars and shadows shimmering Immortal maiden elven-wise... Long was the way through iron halls and darkling doors And woods

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

On cold landscapes of ghostly substance The dragon spreads its wings The only dragon creator of time On paths where Once surrounded by night Throned the dragon

..... Damned to a ghostly substance Created by a lesser god Damned to carry this burden Forever in your sour souls Damned to dig on rotten roots You are doomed