Everyone looks at me, everybody listens to me
Not even a word would you hear from my lips
My lips are sealed about our faith in the ice desert
About Feanor, about the oath
When the day comes, when I shall be king
I'll spend my words to Morgoth
Those words are from hell, White deserts of
Red blood, the spirits of our beloved ones
So, my friend not even a word, not a single word
And the time passes... Not a word
And the seasons pass... Not even a word
Fingolfin becomes High King, says I lived for you Noldor
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As Kings
FantasyAs an image we pass by, only our sons remain in the last, everything seems like an illusion but this helmet, this sword, shield, armour... This soul, this is... Spirit stays the same. From old forgotten days to now we carry our banner, as kings... I...
