Summoning
					Oath Bound


Across The Streaming Tide

In autumn when wind and the sea 
Rejoice to live and laught to be 
And scarce the blast the curbs and the tree 
And bids before it quail and flee 

In winter when years when the years burn low 
As fire wherein no firebrands glow 
And winds disvel as they blow 
The stormy wings of snow 

Refrain 

The hearts of western elves burn bright 
With joy that mocks the spring 
To hear all heaven's keen clarions ring 
Music that bids the sprit sing 

And wind by night in northern lands 
Arose, and lord it cried 
And drove the ships from ancient strands 
Across the streaming tide


  Mirdautas Vras

Brus-kuluz taurzur būrzu tiil-ob 
Hush-ob dhurum agh ufum dhurum 
Tor Vautu brus-troguz 
Urgai-u gukh dūmp agh tiimor 

Talaan-u rūk-ir tor urūk 
Nauru-ir agh kragoru nūrsu grishūrz 
Nork-ulu furtun agh goth 
Mordor-ob bot-tuk 

Ghaash agh akūl – Nazgūl skoiz 
Mirdautas vras! 
Karn ghaamp agh nūt 
Shaut Manwe quiinubat gukh 

*English Translation: 

Dark have been my dreams of late 
Of secret doubt and secret fear 
A thousand years have passed away 
To lay down doom and terror 

To north ride on, a thousand orcs 
On wolves with giant bloody fangs 
They take the storm and power 
Of Mordor through the world 

Fire and Ice, the Nazgūl fly 
It is a good day to kill! 
(Painted) red is Earth and sky 
Even Manwe will bow down


  Might And Glory

Rivers of fire at dead of night 
in winter lying cold and white 
upon the plain burst forth, and high. 
the red was mirrored in the sky. 

From Hitblum's walls they saw the fire, 
the steam and smoke in spire on spire 
leap up, till in confusion vast 
the stars were choked. And so it past 

Refrain 

There trumpets sang both long and loud, 
and challenge rang unto the cloud 
that lay on Morgoth's northem tower, 
while Morgoth waits for his hour. 

Choir 

Might and glory flaming for changing dawn 
Ancient power revealed of an iron crown 

Clear and cold and shining so far and bright 
Crush the world in one clash of your binding light


  Beleriand

To north, to north there lay the land of dread 
Dungorthin, where all ways were dead 
In hills, in hills of shadow bleak and cold 
Beyond was deadly nighshades hold 

To south, to south the wide earth unexplored 
To west, to west the ancient ocean roared 
To east, to east in peaks of blue were piled 
The mountains of the outer world. 

Refrain 

Unsailed and shoreless, wide and wild 
To east in peaks of blue were piled 
In silence folded, mist enfurled 
The mountains of the outer world 

Bejond the tangled, woodland shade 
Thorn and thicket grove and glade 
Whose brooding boughs with magic hung 
Were ancient when the world was young


  Northward

The wind is cold and heavy 
And storms are in the sky 
Our path across the nordland 
Goes higher and more high 

To left the sea we came from 
To right the white hills with no tree. 
The wind is growing colder 
And shivering are we. 

We drag with stiffening fingers 
Our swords and up the hill 
The path is steep and tangled 
But leades to battles still 

Refrain 

Farewell now mountain vale and plain 
Farewell now wind and frost and rain 
And mist and cloud and heavens air 
Ye star and moon so blinding fair. 

Farewell now blade and bloom and grass 
That see the changing season pass 
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky 
Forever blessed but here we die.


  Menegroth

A king there was in days of the old 
Ere men yet walked upon the mould 
His power was reared in caverns shade 
His hand was over glen and glade 

His shields were shining as the moon 
His lances keen of steel were hewn 
Of silver grey his crown was wrought 
The starlight in his banners caught 

Refrain 

And silver thrilled his trumpets long 
Beneath the stars in challenge strong 
Enchantment did his realm enfold 
Where might and glory wealth untold


  Land Of The Dead

Where forest stream went through the wood 
And silent all the stens there stood 
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark 
With mottled shadows on their bark 
As faint as deepest sleeper's breath 
An echo came as cold as death 
Long are the paths, of shadow made 
Where no foot's print is ever laid 

Refrain 

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 

Choir 

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high 
Shadows at the end of night and mirrored in the skies 
Far far away beyond might of day 
And there lay the land of the dead of mortal cold decay