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Tassian
...and thus came the merciful dusk, hid the scattered bodies and brouht an oblivion to those, who had survived...
Once there came a storm in a form of a girl
She blew to pieces my whole entire world
Sometimes, I swear, I can still hear it howl
Down through the wreckage and the ruin
Deep in the forest of Taur-nu-Fuin.
All I knew and believed in she changed
Waste lie now the sunny glades where together we used ro range
That times are now forgotten and gone (but not the pain)
There is a shaddow upon my mind and I deem
Nothing ever be so good as it might seem
The whole of herself I desired to keep
Emotions betrayed me, those so high and deep
And tormented and grounded me, for ever I let them die
Over it seems to be, the time of my life
I am ceasing, stabbed with a poisoned knife
Now there is a dawn of another night for me
I do not cry nor vail nor surrender nor flee
from the very sorrow, from the very pain
I shall be dark and grim and strong as steel
Give no pity, give no love, nothing I shall feel
There stands a Tower in the dreadful wood
Grief and horror and the wrath for good
And the black gate is shut
The merry tale has found its ruin
Deep in the forest of Taur-nu-Fuin.