Through my ebony tears
  Falling on the fading
  Flowers of my youth

  Voices from the dark ruins
  Of cirith ungol
  Kutulu beckons me
  From my darkest dreams

  I'm looking at the last
  Sunset which descends
  Over the purple horizon
  The purple horizon of my dreams
  But as a vision
  Your beauty is fading
  Into the depths
  Of my obscured soul

  And now, the door is locked
  Before me, and I still hear
  The whispers of Kutulu
  Shadows from the past