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Sanatçı: Mutilated Tyrant

albüm: Wrath Of The Nazgul


Upon it sat a shape
Black-mantled, threatening
A crown of steel he bore
But between rim and robe
Naught was there to see
Save only a deadly gleam of eyes
The Lord of Nazgûl...
Now has come again, bringing ruin, Turning hope to despair
And victory to death...

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