Текст песни Сауроныч - Песнь Ангмарского чернокнижника

The third day of marching troops
Sorcerer-King
The third day in the saddle, I'm hard
And of course hurt

I poraskinul brains
Pulling the hood
Overshadow Review,
In his eyes, he slips

I Angmarsky Warlock
In Gondor go to war,
Forty thousand idiots
In Minas Tirith am

Sauron me, infection,
Very cool is broken
In a war where fear and terror,
It is me, the goat sent

I have a lot of emotions
There in fact can and nail
And so want peace
A couple of thousands of years to live.

Dark night of Lugburza
I tried to slip away,
But I caught the orcs
They brought in again Lugburz

There's a very long time the lord
I spoke of morality
And then purple eye,
Three hours I bored

I replied, "Figs with thee;
Rend your Morgoth!
Okay, I bear Gondor. "
And I went camping

The third night I dream of Angmar
And Rohan Princess
Forty pink mumakov,
Word complete shiz.

And still I dream hobbit
With a long knife Arnorskim
He threatened to kill me
Eretenitsya, dude.

And in all my misery
Sauron only blame
Above him, I have no power
All the terrible poison of revenge

He shall not see salvation,
Kohl falls Minas Tirith
Expand the troops back,
Barad-Dur can not stand ...