Sun has failed and the Moon is dead,
Stars are erased o'er Gorgoroth;
Snuffed is the light of the Silmaril:
Beren forsaken lies…
How can I fight with a broken sword?
Now the forge's fire is ashen cold;
Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore
Fair and desperate…
There can be no victory,
Minas Tirith is prey to wolves;
Pathos fill my cup with pain:
Here's to Her beauty's bane!
Where am I to go when I have no home?
Give me back my heart as a shattered shield;
Know I'll die alone on the Iron Hill
Fair and desperate…
On the deserted battlefield
I seek the shards of a broken heart;
Midst hopes and banners torn apart
Death is my sole reward…
How can I fight with a broken sword?
Now the forge's fire is ashen cold;
Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore
Fair and desperate…
The trembling starlight of the skies
Burns me beside the Grey Sea:
Borgia tell me 'twas not in vain,
For I love thy lies…
Where am I to go when I have no home?
Give me back my heart as a shattered shield;
Know I'll die alone on the Iron Hill
Fair and desperate…
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