
(ΰΌΊ ππππ ΰΌ») Mithrandir β The Flame of the Istari
ββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββ MITHRANDIR β THE FLAME OF THE ISTARI ππππ - πππ ππππππ ππ πΎππππππ ββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββ ´´πππππ, ππππππ, πππ πππππ´´ βββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ βββββ They came to Moria... They did not know... What darkness slept beneath their feet.. But I... I remembered. βββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ ββββββββ βΎΰΌβ½ βββββ β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ We walked the halls carved deep in stone, Where silence clung to flesh and bone. The drums awoke And shadows came. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ A demon born of smoke and flameβ¦ The old world gave it one dark name... Balrog... β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ I faced it on the Bridge of Dread, Where even hope had long since fled. The beast of fire unleashed its wrath And there I stood, to hold the path. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ "YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ Staff to stone, I struck the lineβ And both of us began to fall through time. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ We fell through fire, through ash, through screams, Through shattered roots and broken dreams. I fought in dark, where no light played, Where even stars had fled and swayed. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ "We scorched the void, we cracked the deepβ¦ I burnedβ¦ I sankβ¦ I could not sleep." β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ But then... the fire became a light. The dark recoiled from something bright. They clothed me in white, And gave me a new name... β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ "I am... that which was sent back." β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ I rose where fire could not remain, A whisper now in wind and flame. The grey was goneβ And white remained. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ "I came to guide, to guard, to standβ The flame of hope in mortal hand." β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ I found them lost, afraid, unsureβ In lands where light was faint and pure. A hobbit's heart held all our fate, And so I stoodβ¦ to guard that weight. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ "I was the hand that bore the flame, The voice that knew each ancient name. Not to rule, nor lead by swordβ But light the path with wiser word." β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ I stood against shadow, I fell with flame, I returnedβ But never the same. β¦ββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»ββββββββββββΰΌΊΰΌ»βββββββββ¦ And soβ¦ I walk once more. ββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββββββ£ββ£βββ

