Текст песни Umbrea

Far over the mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted hold Cold be hand, heart and bone Cold be sleep under stone Never more to wake...the sun's failed Never, 'til the moon is dead In hallowed halls beneath the fells On silvered laces strung Flowering stars on crowns were hung The dragon-fire in twisted wire Cold the blackwind and stars shall die And still on stone here let them lie As the dark lord lifts his hand Over the dead sea and withered land