[Intro] Well… Here we go, first day in Mirkwood… [Mirkwood] Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. [Verse] The minute you step into Mirkwood The sun is gone, and torches barely do any good. All the color seems to just drain away As everything here is some tone of grey There's faces on the trees, glowing eyes in the dark And in my soul, Mirkwood shall leave a mark. The shadows are oppressive, like they draw closer in We’re already terrified, and this trek did just begin The day was uneventful, we set camp and eat I expected by now to want to make a hasty retreat… [Mirkwood] Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. [Verse] We woke to webs like tightened ropes, The dwarves all bound bereft of hopes My eight legged executioner had just gotten started But a swift jab from my blade left it duly departed Sting! I shall name you, my Elvish blade! With you and my ring, our liberation is made I cut the dwarves from choking thread, And dragging them from looming dread, Their voices weak, their faces drawn; We found a place to rest till dawn. [Mirkwood] Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. Webs above and roots below, Mirkwood moves deep in the shadow. Darkness thickens, breath grows thin— Mirkwood waits to draw you in. [Verse] I stepped away into the forest, to relieve myself you see And I’m more than glad that I chose to do it invisibly The Wood Elves descended and and took the Dwarves captive But with my size and magic ring, I’ve become quite adaptive I snuck around the Even town for quite a few days And I finally came up with a plan, after considering many ways The elves you see are fond of wine, dinking it by the barrel Then off into the river, barrels of Dwarves, escaping from this peril.
