Opera

Ephel Duath

Trapped by a ripped sky
 obscure supreme of my existence
 ...lying in a cold stone
 I feel the frost in my veins
 I see the external mist
 rising from the frozen lake

 An ancient claw is tearing the dark wellkin
 by winds the earth is raised
 Beyond my eyes towers of fallen stars
 coming of dominus herald
 Lands of forgotten sorrow
 will be reborn upon this world

 In this sight I find my call conquered by these visions
 I feel omnipotence
 Dark... will strike my sensations

 We will soon be wrapped in obscurity
 Smooth path strewn with flowers
 The pale sun does his vain ritet

 The pale sun does his vain rite
 Shadows become longer
 Reflections of a dying light go away

 Ye veiled moon appears
 Queen of Tides
 Radiate my soul
 of your undying power

 Trapped...

 Let me enter your dreams
 Let me corrupt your heart
 Draw your essence from me
 and you will be one thing with eternities

 ...is tearing the dark welkin...

 And snow covers branches of ancient woods
 Silent observers of hidden events
 annihilating each glimmer of life
 making eternal space and time