Тексты песен Summoning

A grin and a word is his trade From these his profit is made Though his body is not tall and his courage seems small His fame will take longer to fade Beyond the ocean brews a battle Beyond the battle

To north, to north there lay the land of dread Dungorthin, where all ways were dead In hills, in hills of shadow bleak and cold Beyond was deadly nightshade's hold To south, to south the wide earth un

Rivers of fire at dead of night In winter lying cold and white Upon the plain burst forth and high The red was mirrored in the sky From Hithlum's walls they saw the fire, The steam and smoke in spire

The king beneath the mountains The king of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall be restrung His halls shall echo golden To song

Wars of great kings and clash of armouries Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears Were numerous as wheat field's ears Rolled over all the great lands, and seas Were loud with navies, their devou