A misty path threw woods long passed and shrined in silence
and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur.
Far away and over the cold fold mountains,
our gleeming eyes are searching for a sign
and down to the deepest dungeons
and to the old forgotten lair.
We must leave now befor a new day breaks
to search for the pale gold
that once belonged to the forst
By the sound of pounding hammers
That sound like bells of the elves in our ears
We are sill searching in the underground
where our dark secrets sleep.
and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur.
Far away and over the cold fold mountains,
our gleeming eyes are searching for a sign
and down to the deepest dungeons
and to the old forgotten lair.
We must leave now befor a new day breaks
to search for the pale gold
that once belonged to the forst
By the sound of pounding hammers
That sound like bells of the elves in our ears
We are sill searching in the underground
where our dark secrets sleep.