Pienoinen runo haltioiden historiasta...
Lähetetty: La 10.06.2006 17:52
We're declining,
We're fading away.
Our race is dying,
Is there an other way?
From the early ages,
We've been hanging on,
Doom-filled faces,
Since the birth of the bastard son.
Aenarion the Ever-Great,
Lured by a sexy witch,
Conceived the fruit of fate,
By sleeping with that nasty bitch.
Morathi the Hag bore a child,
As dark and tainted as his mother,
The lightness of Asur in him was very mild,
He brought us fire, he brought us slaughter,
And divided Elven kind.
Thus came the Sundering,
The era that turned to our undoing,
For the Inner War would cripple the Elves,
Leaving us shattered,
A humble shadow of our once glorious selves.
Asur won the war,
The Druchii fled,
To the west they sailed,
And to the shadows they wailed.
Malekith the Bastard is their leader,
Ruling with his pervert mother,
Morathi the Witch,
He’s said to sleep with her,
The one we call the Cunning Bitch….
We're fading away.
Our race is dying,
Is there an other way?
From the early ages,
We've been hanging on,
Doom-filled faces,
Since the birth of the bastard son.
Aenarion the Ever-Great,
Lured by a sexy witch,
Conceived the fruit of fate,
By sleeping with that nasty bitch.
Morathi the Hag bore a child,
As dark and tainted as his mother,
The lightness of Asur in him was very mild,
He brought us fire, he brought us slaughter,
And divided Elven kind.
Thus came the Sundering,
The era that turned to our undoing,
For the Inner War would cripple the Elves,
Leaving us shattered,
A humble shadow of our once glorious selves.
Asur won the war,
The Druchii fled,
To the west they sailed,
And to the shadows they wailed.
Malekith the Bastard is their leader,
Ruling with his pervert mother,
Morathi the Witch,
He’s said to sleep with her,
The one we call the Cunning Bitch….
