Oh! My crushing soul
Through my ebony tears
Falling on the fading
Flowers of my youth
Voices from the dark ruins
Of cirith ungol
Kutulu beckons me
From my darkest dreams
I`m looking at the last
Sunset which descends
Over the purple horizon
The purple horizon of my dreams
But as a vision
Your beauty is fading
Into the depths
Of my obscured soul
And now, the door is locked
Before me, and I still hear
The whispers of Kutulu
Shadows from the past