My crushing soul Through my ebony tears Falling on the fading Flowers of my youth Voices from the dark ruins Of cirith ungol Kutulu beckons me From my
Oh! My crushing soul Through my ebony tears Falling on the fading Flowers of my youth Voices from the dark ruins Of cirith ungol Kutulu beckons me From
Traduzione: Varathron. Fiori della mia giovinezza.
