Текст песни: The Reticent Raconteur + перевод

There is a secret I’ve been keeping, a story true and genuine

And I have not the candid heart to keep it’s burden clandestine

For it’s gravity is as weighty as a mountain capped in snow

And it’s memory repeats inside of me, ostinato

And every time I think of the poor lot, I recall

The fear upon their faces and the doomed fate of them all

I saw death become of light, and life become of fire

I saw it from my hiding place, within the quagmire

I bringeth forth the drama, unabridged, and unignored

The battle of the Balrog, and the mighty, mighty lord

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