Summoning.....Black Metal from Middle-Earth by Nattens Madrigal
"No moon is there, no voice, no sound Of beating heart; a sigh profound Once in each age as each age dies Alone is heard. Far, far it lies, The Land of Waiting where the Dead sit, In their thought's shadow, by no moon lit Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the skies Far far away beyond might of day And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay"
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