In simple times the drifting storm clouds froze
The blossoms bloomed the sun arose
The tides were falling from the might
The shells appearing far from sight
The lies were spread
Unceasing dead
Foundations broken where's the light...?

Very Good

Gollum gollum despair
Repeating words the curse is spread
Lack of sound from those that are doomed
Two persons one man breaking point is doomed
Muttered words left so unclear
Lack of pride why one should care
Manipulated by one man
Corrupted then by one being
Soul turned rotten as the body breaks
From the anger turns back to joy
With the joy anger then arises
Back and forth the mind turns weary
Back to back anger remains so constant
Confusion-in ones mind and soul
So confused it finds excuses
So dist-rut it's mind is spilt

The mole will spring to doom us all
It rises upon evil's call
Relentless might it blinds our sight
If we are strong we shall not fall