Númenor (SRB) : Ravens and Blood
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NUMENOR
1. THE ETERNAL CHAMPION
Forever I shall dwell in dark
A distant flame before the sun
The sailor on the seas of fate
A dark one, the black blade
Beyond the shadows I have seen
Visions cold in my dreams
The Last one of the Dragonlords
A pawn of Chaos, The stealer of souls
Far beyond the worlds I come
A distant black flame before the brightest sun
Beyond the magic and the cold flames
Beyond my weak and white-pale face!
The Last one of the Dragonlords
A pawn of Chaos, The stealer of souls
The sailor on the seas of fate
The stealer of souls, the black blade
Beyond the worlds I have come
A distant flame before the sun
The last king of the dying kind
A warrior at the edge of time
"Arioch, dark one I grand you my souls
Oh, hear my call the lord of the chaos"
ADVENT SORROW
2. WITHERED BY HER CURSE
Oh what have I done?!
My nightmarish curse claims another
And their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder,
Haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!
Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.
I taste her salty stream of tears,
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!
In her final whispers, she begs for her life.
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!
Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes,
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me.
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!
Now I must hide, for I have been identified,
My face, an image now carved into their mind!
Oh, I will not painfully repent;
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent.
Oh; I am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For I live to hear their spoken cries,
And smile to hear their moan!
Withered by her curse!
My Mistress!
From death be born; before my country, I am to hang,
I am the scourge unto the earth.
Forever terrors will circle my grave!
1. THE ETERNAL CHAMPION
Forever I shall dwell in dark
A distant flame before the sun
The sailor on the seas of fate
A dark one, the black blade
Beyond the shadows I have seen
Visions cold in my dreams
The Last one of the Dragonlords
A pawn of Chaos, The stealer of souls
Far beyond the worlds I come
A distant black flame before the brightest sun
Beyond the magic and the cold flames
Beyond my weak and white-pale face!
The Last one of the Dragonlords
A pawn of Chaos, The stealer of souls
The sailor on the seas of fate
The stealer of souls, the black blade
Beyond the worlds I have come
A distant flame before the sun
The last king of the dying kind
A warrior at the edge of time
"Arioch, dark one I grand you my souls
Oh, hear my call the lord of the chaos"
ADVENT SORROW
2. WITHERED BY HER CURSE
Oh what have I done?!
My nightmarish curse claims another
And their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder,
Haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!
Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.
I taste her salty stream of tears,
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!
In her final whispers, she begs for her life.
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!
Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes,
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me.
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!
Now I must hide, for I have been identified,
My face, an image now carved into their mind!
Oh, I will not painfully repent;
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent.
Oh; I am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For I live to hear their spoken cries,
And smile to hear their moan!
Withered by her curse!
My Mistress!
From death be born; before my country, I am to hang,
I am the scourge unto the earth.
Forever terrors will circle my grave!
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