Dwimmerlaik by Barrow Wight Lyrics

A pale light
A green light
Shines back at me
So many faces fair
With cruel eyes watching me
O Ithil with your towers so high
Where curel phantoms hold sway
The doom of mortals
And kings of yesterday

This graveyard
In endless rows
This vale of shadow
Where next to nothing grows

Where dead faces
Are cast in stone
On a plane of darkness
Where phantoms roam

Death out staring
Doom ere came them
In cold winter still
In a land of shadow