| Of The Barrows I'm not sure of the title, but it's from The Fellowship of the Ring. |
| Cold be hand and heart and bone, And cold be sleep under stone: Nevermore to wake up on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land. |
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