Angmar

At the time when the dragons flew over the seas Their wings were borne by the northern wind The storms had foreshadowed their arriving Here were the Vikings. This was the Normain Invasion ! They're borned from cold in the farnorth They lived without

Every time that I cry out No one ever comes to me Every time that I reach out No one ever rescues me I wish I could hide from everyone I there somewhere else to be Take me in I want out That's all i need I wish i could run from everything To live is

Bird's chants are over. Child's laughs are over. Look around, your nation's dead. God has forgotten your name And has died with your land. Welcome it's the season of the dead and look, slavery remains. Six feet under rot your friends. Ohhh father, ll