Music by Luca Catalano, Simone Del Savio & Gianluca Castelli
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
FARE YOU WELL FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW
YOU DESERVED YOUR PRIZE
LOOK, THE SUN OF INNOCENCE
IS DEAD AND WILL NOT RISE
BRANDIR
BE YOUR OWN JUDGE AND JURY
TIME IS RUNNING OUT
WILL YOU DARE TO REALISE
WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT
YOU ARE WEIGHED AND MEASURED
YOU ARE BOUGHT AND SOLD
AND THE END AWAITS YOU THERE
WHERE THE NIGHT IS COLD
MASTER OF FATE, THERE’S PLAGUE IN YOUR EYES
MAD RESENTMENT ECLIPSING YOUR BRAIN
I HAVE BEEN TOO WISE FOR MY PAINS
I RECEIVE TOO MUCH FOR MY LOVE
BE YOUR OWN JUDGE AND JURY
TIME IS RUNNING OUT
WILL YOU DARE TO REALISE
WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT
YOU ARE WEIGHED AND MEASURED
YOU ARE BOUGHT AND SOLD
AND THE END AWAITS YOU THERE
WHERE THE NIGHT IS COLD
STARE AND LEARN THE UNSPEAKABLE TRUTH
IN CHOKING WORDS OF SHAME
FACE THE CHARNEL THAT YOU HAVE BUILT,
THE LOAD OF TAINTING BLAME
I HAVE BEEN TOO WISE FOR MY PAINS
I RECEIVE TOO MUCH FOR MY LOVE
NIENOR’S DEATH
POISONED WORDS OF SCALDING TRUTH
FOR THE DAUGHTER OF MOURNING
DAWN OF ANGUISH IN HER MIND
AS THE ENCHANTMENT BREAKS
CRAZY FLIGHT INTO THE GAPE
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE REDEMPTION
WATER ROARING FROM THE GORGE
OF HER DREADFUL FALL
FARE YOU WELL FOR TODAY AND TOMORROW
YOU DESERVED YOUR PRIZE
LOOK, THE SUN OF INNOCENCE
IS DEAD AND WILL NOT RISE
MORMEGIL
(GURTHANG)
A TÚRIN TURAMBAR TURUN AMBARTANEN
(TÚRIN)
HAIL, GURTHANG!
NO LORD OR LOYALTY DOST THOU KNOW,
SAVE THE HAND THAT WIELDETH THEE.
FROM NO BLOOD WILT THOU SHRINK.
WILT THOU THEREFORE TAKE TÚRIN TURAMBAR,
WILT THOU SLAY ME SWIFTLY?
(GURTHANG)
YEA, I WILL DRINK THY BLOOD GLADLY,
THAT SO I MAY FORGET THE BLOOD OF BELEG MY MASTER,
AND THE BLOOD OF BRANDIR SLAIN UNJUSTLY.
I WILL SLAY THEE SWIFTLY
I WILL SLAY
TÚRIN’S DEATH
LOSER IN THE WAR HE WON,
SUICIDE WITHOUT MERCY,
HATER OF HIS WASTED LIFE
TÚRIN PASSED AWAY
TÚRIN TURAMBAR TURUN AMBARTANEN
℗ Electromantic Music – Ainur