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Lugburz

	作曲 : Summoning
	Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.
	In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land
	When the winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, it is evil in the wild to fare.
	To lay down my will upon the
	Land, Lugburz
	No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
	This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
	Again I’m kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
	Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind and forms my thoughts of
	Middle-Earth to build up a new mighty empire

	zuò qǔ : Summoning
	Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.
	In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land
	When the winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, it is evil in the wild to fare.
	To lay down my will upon the
	Land, Lugburz
	No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
	This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
	Again I' m kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
	Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind and forms my thoughts of
	MiddleEarth to build up a new mighty empire