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Mirkwood
I’ve walked the woods of loneliness a lifetime Here every tree marks one day of my past This place became a home for me as years went by Security I feel and it will last
So well I know each tree that grows around me I’ve seen them all before I won’t get lost I live among the hungry wolves that lurk for you I warm my hands at flames of winter’s frost
I’m embraced by the silence By the cold I’m caressed I am sheltered by shadows By my doom I am blessed I’m consoled by my teardrops I am stroked by the mist I rejoice in my losses By my sorrow I’m kissed
In harmony I live with pain and sorrow I am the lord of hate and disbelief Each loss is just a triumph for a hope denied I am a friend to solitude and grief
My flesh is the reward for their protection In blood I signed this contract to agree My friends and servants haunt me as I read my name My tears won’t wash away my own decree
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