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