The Minstrel’s Curse

In olden times a castle proud and true Shone across the land to the ocean blue There sat a mighty king once, victorious and renowned With ashen face upon his throne, he glowered and he frowned His only thought was terror and wrath his only mood His words were scourge and cudgel, his signature was blood The hour is upon us, a noble minstrel pair From journeys long returning to the castle fair Beneath the lofty pillarsthe minstrels can be seen Upon the throne are seated the monarch and his queen They summon all their power, evoking joy and pain The king's heart now is stony, they'll make it soft again The king is awe-inspiring like bloody northern light The queen is sweet and gentle just like the moon at night Times of youth may vanish, yet memory will stay Like a radiant rainbow banishes all dismal clouds away My anguish shuns the rainbow's gleam. Lest the memory depart Tell me, do childhood's dreams still linger in your heart? You sang and wisely ser your words, that you may reap your just rewards! I'll sing you a legend of the test that was decided by the sword When only blood could pay for blood, those are the songs I like the best! As though by stormwind scattered is gone the listener's host The young man in his master's arm has given up his ghost I curse you, haughty palace and all your fearful slaves Until avenging spirit scatters dust upon your graves Thy name shall be forgotten, the page of history torn Like the last gasp of dying, in empty air forlorn! I curse you! The old man cried in anger and anger heard his prayer The walls have turned to rubble, all lying broken there No song recalls the king's name, for better or for worse Expunged and quite forgotten. That is the minstrel's curse!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 13, 2026

The world was young, the mountains green, no stain yet on the moon was seen No words were laid on stream or stone, when Durin woked and walked alone The world was fair, the mountains tall, in elder days before the fall The western seas have passed: The world was fair in Durin's Day A king he was on carven throne, in many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor and runes of power upon the door The world was fair, the mountains tall, in elder days before the fall The western seas have passed: The world was fair in Durin's Day The world is grey, the mountains old. The darkness dwells in Durin's halls But still the sunken star appears in dark and windless mirrormere There lies his crown in water deep, 'till Durin wakes again from sleep

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 16, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Wayside's again my lonely brink While my distant ships to insignificance must sink Travelling well leaves no trace to see The keeper needs neither lock nor key Once I had fully known, the sleeping truth in memories overgrown Still weak and soft, but strong in tone, the waters flow and grind the stones Five colours make me go blind! Five heads circling around my mind! Then she appeared with shaking ground, a phantom black - a devouring cloud Lady giant tall as mountain, fell-minded walks the land for the death of men Lady giant tall as mountain, fell-minded walks the land for the woe of men Showing me her valley soon Where her eye is the sun - her heart is the moon Lady giant tall as mountain, fell-minded walks the land for the death of men Lady giant tall as mountain, fell-minded walks the land for the woe of men --- [hidden track] With deadly shine the pale moon hangs over groves as still as the grave With eerie sighs the night ghost flits through the sky Clouds of fog shudder and the stars their mourning wanly wear Like lamps flickering in the crypt Ghostly spectres, dumb, hollow and haggard in death's dark pomp do process A funeral throng moves towards the graveyeard under the cover of night's grave veil His fiery wound's torn asunder again, his soul pierced by Hell's sharp pains! With deadly shine the pale moon hangs over groves as still as the grave With eerie sighs the night ghost flits through the sky Clouds of fog shudder and the stars their mourning wanly wear Like lamps flickering in the crypt The earth thuds muffled on the coffin lid, but for one more glimpse of the earth's treasures! The grave's dire door shuts fast everymore More muffled still, the thudding earth grows into a hill Never does the tomb give back what once it owns!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 16, 2025