Myrddraal Friend This is where the party ends, I can't stand here listening to you, and your Myrddraal friend. I know Trollocs might gore you, But I feel like a Darkfriend talking to you, and your Myrddraal friend. It was the loveliest Bel Tine That I've ever attended, If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended. My head can't tolerate this bobbin' and pretendin', Listenin' to some eyeless-head madness that he's sayin'. This is where the party ends, I'll just sit here wonderin' how you could stand by your Myrddraal friend. I know Trollocs might gore you, But I feel like a Darkfriend talking to you, you and your Myrddraal friend. This is where the party ends, I can't stand here listening to you, and your Myrddraal friend. I know Trollocs might gore you, But I feel like a Darkfriend talking to you, and your Myrddraal friend. Out from the Waygate, to the Green, to the Winespring, Your Fade sends Trollocs to do some burning and some killing. He let the voice of Ba'alzamon do the thinking, And shake the Dark One's hand and say you're only kidding. This is where the party ends, I can't stand here listening to you, and your Myrddraal friend. I know Trollocs might gore you, But I feel like a Darkfriend talking to you, and your Myrddraal friend. By Charles Shelton