Текст песни Сауроныч - Песнь Ангмарского чернокнижника

The third day of marching troops
Sorcerer-King
The third day in the saddle, I'm hard
And of course hurt

I poraskinul brains
Pulling the hood
Zasolnyaet Review,
In his eyes, he slips

I Angmarsky chernoknizhk
In Gondor go to war,
Forty thousand idiots
In Minas Tirith am

Sauron me, infection,
Very cool is broken
In war, ze fear and terror,
It is me, the goat sent

I have a lot of emotions
There in fact are, and Preben
And so want to quietly
A couple of thousands of years to live.

Dark of an almost of Lugburza
I tried to slip away,
But I caught the orcs
They brought in again Lugburz

There's a very long time the lord
I morals govarit
And then purple eye,
Three hours I bored

I replied, "Figs with thee;
Rend your Morgoth!
Okay, I bear Gondor. "
And I went camping

The third night I dream of Angmar
And Rohan Princess
Forty pink mumakov,
Word complete shiz.

And still I dream hobbit
With a long knife Arnorskim
He was to threaten to kill me
Eretenitsya, dude.

And in all my misery
Sauron only blame
Above him, I have no power
All the terrible poison of revenge

He shall not see salvation,
Kohl falls Minas Tirith
Expand the troops back,
Barad-Dur can not stand ...