Awake from restless dreams,
my eyes swirl around.
A freezing storm
welcomes a lightless day.
The plane Gorgoroth
has splintered all hopes
to rescue me
nor just see the rising sun.
Fire - the flames of Orodruin,
hunting me - in visions I see.
Eye of hate - disciple of Morgoth
searching me - in the Tower of Barad-Dur.
My struggle knows no back,
my friends far away.
When I will fail
their lifes will be blown away.
Feanors curse seems to be
me as well but I will bleed
until my mission is fulfilled.
One ring to find them all...
