Summoning
silvertine
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High on the mountains highest ridge
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts life a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain path,
Silvertine you on the left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pound.
I looked around, I thought I saw
A jutting crag, and off I ran,
Head-foremost, through the driving rain,
The shelter of the crag to gain;
And, as I am a man,
Instead a jutting crag, I found
Durins tower up from the ground...
- Album:
- Old Mornings Dawn
- The Demon Tapes … Anno Mortui Domini 1959-1961
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- Let Mortal Heroes Sing Your Fame
- Nightshade Forests (EP)
- Minas Morgul
- Dol Guldur
- Symphonic Metal VII: Dark & Beautiful
- Napalm Records All Stars
- Symphonic Metal
- Stronghold
- Napalm Records: With Us or Against Us, Volume VIII
- Orkus Compilation 18
- The Realm of Napalm Records
- With Doom We Come
- Lugburz
- Lost Tales
- Primal Rock
- Oath Bound
- The Urilia Text