Tol Morwen

It took too long
To retrace the steps
Of time gone by
In secluded depths

No breath, no tears
Stark rigidity
No peace of mind
Just obscurity

The westering sun
Has gone beyond
The mountains greyness and silence

Have covered all the world
And the forlorn one is now eternally alone
His invocation will remain unheard

Contorted limbs
Of a blasted tree
Tormented thoughts
That no-one can see

Contorted limbs
Of a blasted tree
Tormented thoughts
That no-one can see

A vagrant hound
Of revenge that runs (that runs)
A shadow that everybody shuns

The time of rest has come
The time of quietened breathing
Of whirlwinds that stop seething
When all the air is dumb

The westering sun
Has gone beyond the mountains
Greyness and silence
Have covered all the world
And the forlorn one
Is now eternally alone
His invocation
Will remain unheard

The westering sun
Has gone beyond the mountains
Greyness and silence
Have covered all the world
And the forlorn one
Is now eternally alone
His invocation
Will remain unheard

Contorted limbs
Of a blasted tree
Tormented thoughts
That no-one can see

Contorted limbs
Of a blasted tree
Tormented thoughts
That no-one can see