كلمات Frodos Dream

Standing on the top of the mighty hill Fail voices are blowing with the wind The light of the moon glistens in his hair As he stands alone and abandoned by the night He is caught, but meant to be free He is strong, his power comes from within And as shadows so big cover the moon with black He raises his head and lifts his arms up to the sky His wand creates a mighty lightning An eagle appears to bear him away The wolves they cry out frightening And wind blows through his hair as he flies away Into the night Soon he disappears And in the back the attack of the black riders start The sound of black hooves echoes in his mind But forever he will roam Forever he'll be there to fly away And no one ever stops him on his way The strong ones they were born to survive, not to die And I wake up awaiting my last cry