(İSacrilege 1985)</p>

Like the shadow from <b>Mordor</b>, creeping slowly forward<br>
Unleashed from it's sanctuary by the devil in man<br>
The world thrown into torment by their uncaring greed<br>
We stare into the face of death screaming to be freed<br>
Their control is complete, we the voiceless have none<br>
Beaten into defeat by the arm of the strong<br>
Now the shadow gets darker for they've stolen the sun<br>
And the sale of our earth has already begun<br>
Like <b>Durin's Bane</b>, rising up from the deep<br>
There is evil at work while the people do sleep<br>
As they plunder the earth, still we sit back and watch<br>
Their wrath consumes all that would stand in their path</p>

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<b><u>Reissues</b></u><br>
Within the Prophecy/Behind the Realms of Madness (CD 1998)</p>