Prayer

Terror. Nightmares live now.
Darkness stirs, and nothing is this,
For this is nothing.
But in my heart I feel that fear,
And the riders commeth here,
And my sword falls from my hand,
The the steel makes echo on the ground.
In the wake of living death
I wish and pray for my last breath.

For the Nazgul aproch this night.

For the Nazgul aproch this night.

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