Flight Of The Nazgul - Summoning

Why is life so precious, when living is but shreds

Of joy and pain, of loss and gain, of torment and resent

Hanging on a cliff edge, we are clawing for a hold

The weak are pushed, the strong held back, the quiet cowed by the bold

More rain than sunshine, the warm outdoes the cold

Safety in numbers, but now we’re all alone

I’m stretching out my arms now, I’m yearning for your love

Mist is all around us now, dark shadows fly above

The cold can kill you, your body keeps me warm

We survey the view now, in the cold light of the dawn

Out on the cliff edge.

moss clings so easily

But now it’s not so easy for the likes of you and me