The Wraith of the Rings - Bob Catley

A stone’s throw after midnight

Standing in the rain

Just echoes of a heartbeat

As lonely as the grave

The silence rules the halflight

With deafening resound

As the iridescent moonlight

Falls softly to the ground

If only for a moment

There’s peace on middle earth

Till stepping from shadows

They arrived without a word

Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles

I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear

They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical

I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here

They know that the ring is near

A locked door should be airtight

Pull the shutters down

Better pray that in the daylight

We can turn this world around

We tip toe in the footsteps

Of those who went before

The weary and the breathless

Deny what fate befalls

A few souls in the darkness

Are faithful to the cause

So we gather round the embers

Of a dream worth fighting for

Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles

I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear

They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical

I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here

They know that the ring is near

A wrong move from a graveside

And no one dares to breathe

We would die than ever question

The paths of true belief

Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles

I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear

They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical

I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here

They know that the ring is near