Morthond

[00:50.06] We heard horns in hills ringing
[00:57.26] The swords shining in South-kingdom
[01:05.04] Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
[01:12.73] As winds in morning. War was there.
[02:10.63] Drowning in dark waters, meres of Morthond
[02:25.28] Beneath the mountain shadows
[02:47.84] Death in the morning and at day's ending
[02:56.01] Lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep.
[03:47.64] Grey now as tears gleaming silver
[03:53.65] Red then it rolled roaring water
[04:01.04] Foam dyed with blood, flamed at a sunset
[04:08.84] As bacon mountains burned at evening
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