Six roses of damnation

thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold.

Stars enlighten a darkened sky

like reminders of ancient stories, still untold.



As shadows dance through the landscape

the dreamy spires now grow bold.

Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars,

the remains shaped in purest gold.



Silver is the eye that sees it all

reflecting its light on marbled stone.

The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts

at once an eclipse darkens the halls.



He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom

through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery.

The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold

lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity.



The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism

laying over the dusk-filled gardens:

Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation

but hidden in the music of the dead.



The wanderer goes on and on

his kingdom will never be theirs, never.

In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting

through all times he wanders, alone and forever...



Wandering Cirith Gorgor

Walking the path to Gorgoroth

Wandering Cirith Gorgor

Walking the path of the dead