Crowned piosenki

Upon the walls Their fingertips glide Unseen their bodies Gentle through the dust Of age they wash Ephemeral, within the catacombs Echoes missed, they fall Puddles in the sand Like the tired soul Absorbed and reborn Echoes missed, they fall Ageless, never yo...

In this place I feel so old Like my body burdens my mind Every day, my soul twists and contorts To try and break free To cut loose the anchor And sail away into the night All I smell is a thick fog of gloom It sickens me, I vomit All I taste is this thick fog...

Old and distant rings the tale Of the feet that once walked Of the wolf that once stalked On the sloping mountain trail For a time the rivers would run Water beings streamed to the call Of the fiddler's form from the fall While gradually the birds wept for th...

Darkness comes early, to the voiceless woods The air grows heavy under the canopy of trees The brooding silence of the woods is bottomless It becomes menacing as days meld into one Creeping in the shadows of gnarled trees Twisted earthly formations, forebodin...

As Turin was to be, a final blow to Melfor Varda's arrangement of silver dew, Across the vast expanse of unknown black The gathering of stars, foreboding of the end Within the vats of Telperion A brightness to pierce the unknown black The gathering of the sta...

Exquisite are they, those who partake Inaudible, indeed soundless, though they are Who unbound, traverse the immensity of space Who themselves, form, every-body From their every salt, in La danse du silence Who themselves, form, every-body Flowing through vac...