Carcharoth 歌词

Upon the threshold, so watchful and dire His eyes new-kindled with a dull fire His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame Aroused he watched out, watched out no one came No flitting shade, nor hunted shape Seeking from Angband, from Angband to escape Now past that guard, what guile or might Could thrust from all death, death into the light? As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed Together like a trap and tore The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed Together like a trap and tore The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more Upon the threshold so watchful and dire His eyes new-kindled with a dull fire His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame Aroused he watched out, watched out no one came As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed Together like a trap and tore The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more As gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed Together like a trap and tore The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more