I roam tired under stone rains
Get away, get away
I wait until night has turned into day
I reap the sorrow grain
Moving on, mowing on
I grind my guilty faith
It has gone, it has gone
I stay beyond the dread in the realm I made
To make you understand my eyes are like a blade
I turn my head in fear and hide my face in horror
I’m nowhere, I’m here in the realm but dead no more
Who knows what you have done – give it up, give it up
You’ve changed yourself inside, you’re a definite one
The skies are turning red – coming on, coming on
You’re far beyond the dread, you’re dead, you’re gone
I stay beyond the dread wherever I might go
Anywhere I have fled, the row after row
I turn my head in fear and hide my face in horror
I’m nowhere, I’m here in the realm but dead no more
The Realm
© Copyright: Арнор, 2008
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