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Sun has failed and the Moon is dead,

Stars are erased o’er Gorgoroth;

Snuffed is the light of the Silmaril:

Beren forsaken lies…

How can I fight with a broken sword?

Now the forge’s fire is ashen cold;

Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore

Fair and desperate…

There can be no victory,

Minas Tirith is prey to wolves;

Pathos fill my cup with pain:

Here’s to Her beauty’s bane!

Where am I to go when I have no home?

Give me back my heart as a shattered shield;

Know I’ll die alone on the Iron Hill

Fair and desperate…

On the deserted battlefield

I seek the shards of a broken heart;

Midst hopes and banners torn apart

Death is my sole reward…

How can I fight with a broken sword?

Now the forge’s fire is ashen cold;

Stand by me to die on the Silent Shore

Fair and desperate…

The trembling starlight of the skies

Burns me beside the Grey Sea:

Borgia tell me ‘twas not in vain,

For I love thy lies…

Where am I to go when I have no home?

Give me back my heart as a shattered shield;

Know I’ll die alone on the Iron Hill

Fair and desperate…