Summoning, metal du mordor

Leurs textes sont exclusivement en langue sauronique (la langue du Mordor), et chantent généralement la gloire du seigneur Sauron, et du Morodr.

Voici summoning:

premier morceau: un montage de Mirdautas Vras (un beau jour pour tuer) avec des images du SDA



Paroles:

[Written in black language of
Mordor]

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

Talaan-u rûk-ir tor urûk
Nauru-ir agh kragoru nûrsu grishûrz
Nork-ulu furtun agh goth
Mordor-ob bot-tuk

Ghaash agh akûl - Nazgûl skoiz
Mirdautas vras!
Karn ghaamp agh nût
Shaut Manwe quiinubat gukh

[Translation (Narrator is Sauron):]

A Good Day To Kill

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 Nazgûl fly
It is a good day to kill!
(Painted) red is Earth and sky
Even Manwe will bow down

Second morceau, lui, en anglais.



Les paroles:

[Morgoth:]
Sit now there,
And look out upon the lands
Where evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou lovest.

Thou hast dared to mock me, and to question the power of Melkor,
Master of the fates of Arda.

Therefore, with my eyes thou shalt see,
And with my ears thou shall hear;
And never shalt thou move from this place
Until all is fulfilled unto its bitter end...

[Orcs:]
Lord and Master! Lord and Master!
Lord and Master! Lord and Master!
Lord and Master! Lord and Master!
Lord and Master! Lord and Master!

Morceau pas mal, la terre des morts:



Where forest stream went through the
wood
And silent all the stens there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on 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 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

Et enfin, une chanson a la gloire de Saroumane!



[1. Sample]
Saruman come forth.

[2. Sample]
I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman of many colours.

[3. Sample]
Middle days are passing,
younger days....
The nine have come forth again

[4. Sample]
A new power is rising,
the victory is at hand and there will be rich reward for thoser who aid
it.

[5. Sample]
By night or day. Are we not both members of a high and ancient order
(most
excellent in Middle Earth).

[6. Sample]
The friedship of Saruman and the power of Orthanc (can not be lightly
thrown aside),
you have won a battle but not a war.

[7. Sample]
Will you have peace with me. And all the aid that my knowledge,
founded in long years can bring.

[8. Sample]
Good days, come back by night or day