Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Морок

Again wraith over me wings dissolved,
To combat and conspiracies are not strong enough.
Black-winged white horse runs on the table,
And the dragon in his hands trembling wings compressed.

Drunk Tam in an embrace with a lute sits under the table,
And one of the strange glitches with him hanging.
They knock on the door. "Well, what do you want? Who else came? "
With absolutely sober look drunk Las entered.

Here Gorthauer daisies in the window in the corner,
Next to him a terrible shaggy-someone on the floor.
The chair asleep, curled, Nazgul does not understand how,
Barrier from disgrace ghostly hand.

Here is a dragon, a little more, dissolved the wing,
Neizvesno beast cat brought.
On my twenty-two old guitar strings,
There is no end circle nightmare: the moon in the sky, three!

Well, what a misfortune? Do not see the end ...
On the table are of Power thirty and three rings.
I cast a shadow - six pieces so il seven,
But there is no reflection in the mirror at all.

The shield with the emblem of Saruman's lying on the floor,
And on the banner of Rohan drunken horse runs.
Aragorn in the hands trembling holds palantir
Near she pretended to be asleep cunning Boromir.

The clock stood still - and neither light nor darkness.
The roof is in a terrible move, I'm going crazy.
Completely forgotten who I am, and dark eyes -
To what people bring Auntie Shiz.