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