Shadow from Mordor by Sacrilege Lyrics
Like the shadow from Mordor, creeping slowly forward
Unleashed from it's sanctuary by the devil in man
The world thrown into torm
Ent by their uncarping greed
We stare into the face of death screaming to be freed
Their control is complete, we the voiceless have none
Beaten into defeat by the arm of the strong
Now the shadow gets darker for they've stolen the sun
And the sale of our earth has already begun
Like Durins bane, rising of from the deep
There is evil at work while the people do sleep
As they plunder the earth, still we sit back and watch
Their wrath consumes all that would stand in their path
G: AT DEATH DOOR
The new day is dawning they start counting the dead
The hard swollen bellies of the children not fed
Their land dry and parched still they pray for the rain
The massacre continous yet again and again
Year after year the lands ring deaths bell
The childrens blind eyes have a sad tale to tell
Their limbs bent and twisted, their kinds hold no spark
They're crying in vain for no light breaks the dark
The land holds the hammer but mankind deals the blow
Economics and pro
Fit before compassion we show
Our excesses waste as the wealthy grow fat
Rather than give to the needy they'll let the food rot
At death door they stand, only suffering they know
Unleashed from it's sanctuary by the devil in man
The world thrown into torm
Ent by their uncarping greed
We stare into the face of death screaming to be freed
Their control is complete, we the voiceless have none
Beaten into defeat by the arm of the strong
Now the shadow gets darker for they've stolen the sun
And the sale of our earth has already begun
Like Durins bane, rising of from the deep
There is evil at work while the people do sleep
As they plunder the earth, still we sit back and watch
Their wrath consumes all that would stand in their path
G: AT DEATH DOOR
The new day is dawning they start counting the dead
The hard swollen bellies of the children not fed
Their land dry and parched still they pray for the rain
The massacre continous yet again and again
Year after year the lands ring deaths bell
The childrens blind eyes have a sad tale to tell
Their limbs bent and twisted, their kinds hold no spark
They're crying in vain for no light breaks the dark
The land holds the hammer but mankind deals the blow
Economics and pro
Fit before compassion we show
Our excesses waste as the wealthy grow fat
Rather than give to the needy they'll let the food rot
At death door they stand, only suffering they know