Drink From The Dark Forest Stream Songtext
drink from the dark forest stream
drink and enter a nighmarish dream
drink from the dark forest stream
and leave this earthly dream
(it trickles through the forest
its water black as night
immersion is suicide)
drink from the dark forest stream
drink and you will see a gleam
drink from the forest stream
the eye of Sauron enters your dream
it trickles through the forest
no one dares to cross
your life will be lost
do not drink from the forest stream
unless you want to travel
to the land of no return
A wind from the East...
A raped land, scarred earth
evil creatures crawling in the dirt
No sunlight has ever touched this place
that is home to an evil race.
A wind from the east brings us sorrow
will we ever see a tomorrow ?
will our battle be in vain?
will we forever live in pain?
foul, greenskinned creatures known as Orcs
and twisted, evil men more foul than dogs
come marching though the gates of Mordor
they bring chaos and disrupt order
A wind from the east brings us sorrow
will we ever see a tomorrow ?
will our battle be in vain?
will we forever live in pain?
Commanded by the Nazgul from Minas Morgul
none so vile, dark and hateful
the army prepares a siege on our city
In their eyes there's no trace of pity
drink and enter a nighmarish dream
drink from the dark forest stream
and leave this earthly dream
(it trickles through the forest
its water black as night
immersion is suicide)
drink from the dark forest stream
drink and you will see a gleam
drink from the forest stream
the eye of Sauron enters your dream
it trickles through the forest
no one dares to cross
your life will be lost
do not drink from the forest stream
unless you want to travel
to the land of no return
A wind from the East...
A raped land, scarred earth
evil creatures crawling in the dirt
No sunlight has ever touched this place
that is home to an evil race.
A wind from the east brings us sorrow
will we ever see a tomorrow ?
will our battle be in vain?
will we forever live in pain?
foul, greenskinned creatures known as Orcs
and twisted, evil men more foul than dogs
come marching though the gates of Mordor
they bring chaos and disrupt order
A wind from the east brings us sorrow
will we ever see a tomorrow ?
will our battle be in vain?
will we forever live in pain?
Commanded by the Nazgul from Minas Morgul
none so vile, dark and hateful
the army prepares a siege on our city
In their eyes there's no trace of pity