Oh! My crushing soul

Through my ebony tears

Falling on the fading

Flowers of my youth



Voices from the dark ruins

Of cirith ungol

Kutulu beckons me

From my darkest dreams



I'm looking at the last

Sunset which descends

Over the purple horizon

The purple horizon of my dreams

But as a vision

Your beauty is fading

Into the depths

Of my obscured soul



And now, the door is locked

Before me, and I still hear

The whispers of Kutulu

Shadows from the past