Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears
Were numerous as wheat field's ears
Rolled over all the great lands, and seas

Were loud with navies, their devouring fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns

Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their broken ports

What I am, I must not show
What I am thou could (not know)
Something between heaven and hell
Something that neither stood nor fell
Something that through thy wit or will
May work thee good, may work thee ill

Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
Riding on the whirlwinds wing

Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the grave
Man awakes to joy or sorrow
Ours the sleep that knows no morrow
This is all that I can show
This is all that you may know

A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
And an older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away

The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky

Three rings to elven kings
Under the sky, seven for the dwarf lords
in halls of stone
Nine for mortal men
doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord
on his dark throne

In the land
Of Mordor where the shadows lie
One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring to bring them all
And in darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor
where shadows
lie

Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves
That break against the shore, shall lull my mind
And scorn against all enemies prepared
And with the food of pride sustained my soul
In solitude

Sad was I, to pain depressed
Importunate and heavy load
My destiny has found me here
Upon this lonely road

And many thousands now are sad
Wait the fulfilment of their fear
For I must die who is their stay
Their glory disappears

Now I am dead and gone, my friend
Life's pain has come to end
Your star will guide my soul
To ride the winds above

Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness.
The tower trembles,to the tombs of kings
doom aproaches.The dead awaken,
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
at the stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear there a horn in the hills ringing.

Whose shall the horn be?Who shall call them
from grey twilight,the forgotten people?
the heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come,need shall drive him.
He shall pass the door to the path of the dead.

On your knees...
The grey company is arriving now...

(contributed by Morgueldar Dragonseye
Song of Beren and Luthien
Wight's Chant
The Fall of Gil-Galad)

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

And woods of nightshade morrowless
elven-wise dance for me
Cold be hand and heart and bone
And cold be my sleep under stone
Never more I'll wake on stony bed
Never - 'til the Sun fails
And the Moon is dead

In the black wind the stars shall die
And still on gold here let them lie
'Til the Dark Lord lifts His hand
Over dead sea and withered land

(repeat first 2 of the above 4 lines)

(dance for me)

(through stony mountains?)

And I'll fly away...
Where I dwell no one can say
For into darkness fell my star
In Mordor, where the shadows are

(repeat first 2 of above 4 lines)

(repeat from the beginning)

(dance for me)

Immortal [??darkling door??]

(O'er grey mountains)

And I'll fly away...
Where I dwell no one can say
For into darkness fell my star
In Mordor, where the shadows are

We heard horns in hills ringing
The swords shining in South-kingdom
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
As winds in morning. War was there.

There run dark waters
Morthond, under mountains
Death in the morning and at day's end
Lords took and lowly...

Grey now
as tears gleaming
silver, red it rolled then
foam dyed with blood
...

Grey now as tears gleaming silver
Red then it rolled ... water
Foam dyed with blood flamed at a sunset
As flowers mountains burned at evening

(Non-Tolkien part or unidentified verse)

How deep you long for death
now as your kingdom fades away
and the darkened thorns of sunlight
tremble through these frozen lands
of doom

Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness
we reopen our history, that once belonged to them
oh, have you seen the end of the bard
never forgotten, the land of sleep,
the time before the birth of the worlds

The echoes of his harp,
have poisoned the air
the horizons of the earth
have drowned

I have heard you were strangers in a false land,
where visions turn to faith.
No longer I am now

here beside me,under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering homewards,
led by an old man to shores.that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...

on and on goes our march gruesome as the
light of sun,cold as winds that hide in me

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...
homewards....

My soul is now formed as a knife forwards
the heart of your heaven.
And so I die...

Still my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...

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

(Chorus:)
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.
(repeat 2 first lines of the verse)

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

(Chorus)

My star, I saw it high and far
At the parting of the ways
A light on the edge of the outer night
Like silver set ablaze
Where the round world plunges steeply down
But on the old roads goes
As an unseen bridge that on arches runs
To coasts that no man knows

I would not find the burning domes and sands
Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes

But where they bloom those flowers fair
In what air or land they grow
What words beyond the world I heard
If you would seek for know

In a boat then, brother, far afloat
You must labour in the sea
And find yourself things out of mind:
You will learn no more of me

I would not find the burning domes and sands
Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes

How countless they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow

As if with keenness for our fate
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn

And yet with neither love nor hate
Those stars like some snow-white
Morgoth snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight

Upon this star I fixed my eye
All over the wide land
My horse moved on, hoof after hoof
He raised and never stopped
When down behind the cottage roof
At once the planet dropped

(contributed by Devamitra
The Trees of Kortirion (BLT I)
Non-Tolkien part or unidentified verse)

For passing where the days, my friend
and doomed the nights,
when flitting ghostmoths danced
round tapers in the moveless air.

And doomed already were,
the radiant dawns,
the odour and the noise of meads
and all about is night.

One moment now may give us more
than fifty years of reason,
our minds shall drink of every pore
the spirit of the season

To her fair works did nature link
the human souls that through me ran
and much it grieved my heart to think
what I can make of man.

You look around on Middle-Earth
as if she for no purpose bore you,
as if you were her first-born birth,
and none had lived before you.

I sit upon this old grey stone, and dream my time away.

(contributed by Devamitra
The Trees of Kortirion (BLT I))

O fading town upon an island hill,
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;
Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling end
While through the storeyed elms
The gliding black water leaves these inland realms,
And slips between long meadows to the Sea,
Still bearing downward over murmurous falls
One day and then another to the Sea
And slowly thither many years have gone

All thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,
And shook with sudden whispering lament:
For passing were the days, and doomed the nights
When flittering ghost-moths (danced) round tapers in the moveless
air (nighttime)

(And doomed already were the radiant dawns,
The odour and the noise of meads,
when all thy trees were bent, and shook with sudden whispering lament)

(repeat 1st verse)
(repeat 2nd verse)

(repeat 1st verse, finish as below)
Е and slowly thither many years have gone
since first the elves here built (ancient, renowned) Kortirion

You take me to heaven from deeper than hell ever dug
And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug
Confessions unravel
You bang with your gavel
And here I stand guilty
In a court where you are the judge
You're the drug
You've got to come on round and pick me up
You've my drug
And I don't ever know if I can give you up
Well you bring me colour where once I had just black and white
Now I have rainbows appearing round here in the night
Our true loving is growing
And passion is flowing
Well I don't need any cigarettes or beer from a jug
You're my drug
You've got to come on round and pick me up
You're my drug
Well you can slow me down or quick me up
You're my drug
Well you can spill me down and lick me up
You're my drug
And I don't ever know if I can give you up

(contributed by Devamitra
The Trees of Kortirion (BLT I)
The Song of Aryador (BLT I))

There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden gods

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still
Thy towers silent in the mist await
Their crumbling end, while through the elms
The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms,
And slips between long meadows to the Sea

There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey
Thy robe is grey

Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle,
Where linger yet the Lonely Companies;
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here
(Repeat)

Thy towers silent in the mist await
Their crumbling end, while through the elms
The Gliding water leaves these inland realms,
And slips between long meadows to the Sea

There was dancing and was ringing
There were shadow-people singing
Ancient songs of olden gods
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still

Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, and conquer you

(The Riddle of Strider
Eomer's Song
Athelas
Tom's Summons (Bombadil banishes the Wight)
P.K.'s text)

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
Oh, Elfstone - bearer of my green stone
In the south under snow a green stone thou shalt see
Elfstone - in the shadow of the dark throne
For the hour is at hand that long hath awaited thee
Greenleaf - bearer of the Elvenbow
Far beyond Mirkwood many trees on earth grow
Thy last shaft when thou hast shot
Under the mournful trees thou shalt walk
For dark are the waters of Kheledzaram
And my heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon
I am longing for harmony - the freedom within me
Out of dark to the day's rising Е
I came crying in the sun - sword unsheathing
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking
Now for wrath Е
Now for ruin - and a red nightfall
When the black breath blows - and death's shadows grow
All lights pass
Life to the dying - in my hand lying
Shrivel like the old mist - like the winds go wailing
Lost and forgotten be - darker than the darkness
Where gates stand for ever shut
'Til the world is mended

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 of time now dwells
the swords dipped in blood
stone cold, washed away by time
none shall live and all shall die
immortal we stand
on the hills where the dragon flies
on the hills where dragon flies

My heart for your word,Ered Engrin,
and watch your folk,tired and small
all hope lies in its last breath...
You won't fear us,for we won't bring you anything
but a fading spirit,
the essence of my frost cries...

frost and ice destroy...

My heart for your word,Dor Daedeloth,
You have seen the journey of time,and let us,
half mortal beings,take part of the truth
and the solitude of mankind,forewer...

Wherever we go,wherever we stand,silence
covers the blood soaken land,
and so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth.

Five shillvets(?) are crossing the plains
to the wide open forests of the west
on and on they are travelling,in
the direction of Hithlum
called Nebelland,that made me
asking for eternity...

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people who will see a world
that I shall never know

I sit beside the fire and think
Of older times that were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at my door

On high above the mists I came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the nordlands waters run
In elder days and years of yore