A Coronal Of Silver And Gold
Howard Shore Lyrics

text by PHILIPPA BOYENS, translation by DAVID SALO

Nêbâbîtham Magânanê.
Nêtabdam dâur-ad.
Nêpâm nêd abârat-aglar
Îdo Nidir nênâkham.
Bârî'n Katharâd.
(( We renounce our maker.
We cleave to the darkness.
We take unto ourselves the power and the glory.
Behold! We are the Nine.
The Lords of Unending Life. ))

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Proud heretic

6:57 - 7:03 if Mordor had a hockey team this would be their goal horn

Wedgewood Productions

5:02 - 5:34 Like the maw of Satan is prying itself open for us to look at the endless black hole of his soul.

Azaram 813

Wedgewood Productions well, there is a satan in middle earth, worse even then Sauron,
It’s Morgoth, the first dark lord and the root of all evil in middle earth
So you could say it’s like Morgoth first descending upon the world

skekSo the Emperor

7:04 ''We come to it at last. The great battle of our time''.

Sonny G

Nice reprise of the "Pass of Caradhras" motif from way back in Fellowship of the Ring at the end.

Vinícius Vilar

A Corona..what?!

George Hamilton

I was looking for this.

Ben Scott


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