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Cold be hand and heart and bone,

and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake

on stony bed, never, till the sun fails

and the moon is dead.

In the black wind the stars shall die,

and still on gold here let them lie,

till the dark lord lifts his hand

over dead sea and withered land

When the winter first begins to bite

and stones crack in the frosty night,

when pools are black and trees are bare,

it is evil in the wild to fare.

To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugbûrz

No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls

This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might

Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war

Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind,

and forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth

to build up a new mighty empire