Six roses of damnation
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thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold.
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Stars enlighten a darkened sky
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like reminders of ancient stories, still untold.
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As shadows dance through the landscape
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the dreamy spires now grow bold.
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Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars,
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the remains shaped in purest gold.
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Silver is the eye that sees it all
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reflecting its light on marbled stone.
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The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts
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at once an eclipse darkens the halls.
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He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom
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through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery.
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The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold
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lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity.
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The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism
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laying over the dusk-filled gardens:
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Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation
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but hidden in the music of the dead.
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The wanderer goes on and on
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his kingdom will never be theirs, never.
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In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting
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through all times he wanders, alone and forever...
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Wandering Cirith Gorgor
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Walking the path to Gorgoroth
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Wandering Cirith Gorgor
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Walking the path of the dead
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Wandering Cirith Gorgor
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| Cirith Gorgor |
