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Ithryn Luin
The fallen one
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The chosen servants
Sent from the
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Ithryn Luin
The fallen one
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The chosen servants
Sent from the
Screaming and shouting, yearn for blood
Sevnts of Melkor the evil
Under the storm, shone the noble colours
Lords of the oceans,
Numenorean corsairs
Your sons have stepped ashore
From the battle and storms
Finally free form the chains of the ages
The terror of
Mother of the everdark
Wearing the cloak of shadows
The skin of
Three feet of steel on my side
Tool of fate my
Curse you foul beast!
Surrender or face my blade
Curse you foul
The morning wind brings the feeling
They have been waiting for
Cloak
From I shore I have known for long
I heard enchanting
The southern end of the Misty Mountains
Waters of Entwash and
Walls of Isengard
Face the northern winds
Carved black pillars
Rising high up
Moves of the deep, senses of the beast
Ancient people
Weakest of moments are these
The choking hold of insanity
Loses it's
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