Flowers of My Youth

	Oh! My crushing soul
	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