Caradhras the Cruel

Where is your sun as you stand on the ground
Where are the stars that could shape your path
Where are the fires that could shelter this night
Who is the fool that would lead you to death
The icy teeth of winter
I feel them biting my bones
Where is your god as you scrape on the ground
Where is the moon that could shine on your face
Mine is the wind that will drown you this night
Show me your will I will send you to hell
The storm is burning with hate
What evil curses this night
We only seek to pass
The southern rage is stretching far