Текст песни Summoning - Kor
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O fading town upon an island hill,Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate,Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still;Thy towers silent in the mist await their crumbling endWhile through the storeyed elmsThe gliding black water leaves these inland realms,And slips between long meadows to the Sea,Still bearing downward over murmurous fallsOne day and then another to the SeaAnd slowly thither many years have goneAll thy trees, Kortirion, were bent,And shook with sudden whispering lament:For passing were the days, and doomed the nightsWhen flittering ghost-moths danced roundtapers in the moveless air nighttimeAnd doomed already were the radiant dawns,The odour and the noise of meads,when all thy trees were bent,and shook with sudden whispering lamentAnd slowly thither many years have gonesince first the elves here built ancient, renowned Kortirion