Up there, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye, the seat of Seeing, is
standing.
The world seems to be a map : Eastward there are wide uncharted lands,
Northward the Great River, Westward, Rohan and Isenguard
Southward, the falls of Rauros near the eternal sea.
The world peace is disturbed by some signs :
Orcs become excited in the Misty Mountains,
Smoke’s rising on the border of Lorien, a cloud is over Moria
Warships are invading the seas armies are coming from the east.
Since you went up on Amon Hen,
Climbing hundred steps to the seat of Seeing,
Since the World is offered to your eyes,
Face the vision of the rising war…
While Minas Tirith, powerful and proud, defends men in its white towers,
Spitefulness is growing closer.
Osgiliath, Minas morgul, the valley of Gorgoroth,
Are grinning with hate and preparing their troops.
But how little are they compared to Barâd dur, the Fortress of Sauron.
Behind the iron walls and the steel gates,
His heart consumed by a boiling hate and his thirst for Power,
He, the Lord, is leading his countless armies to the war.
Since you went up on Amon Hen,
Climbing hundred steps to the seat of Seeing,
Since the World is offered to your eyes,
Face the vision of the rising war…
French Heavy Metal band created in 2010 by some friends.
We are performing in Dijon for most of
our shows. We are composed of four members.
Our music is full of science fiction and heroic fantasy pieces such as "The Lord of the Rings" and "Dune".
All our songs are homemade and in English, we do everything with passion, all together....more