Morgûl Blade

Out from the darkness
The phantoms dressed in black
Death is walking slowly
No way of running back
Ancient blades and silver crowns
The kings of long ago
Heart is beating
Breath is fleeting
Fear is all you know
With haggard hands
And merciless eyes
The hiss of venomous breath
A dart of poisoned ice, will bring you to your death
I clench the dagger
I hold the mace
Our shadows rising to reap the Valar’s grace
Cowering beneath me, you’re shivering in pain
We have but one mission, to take Isildur’s bane
Laying by the fire
Crippled dying in pain
Penetrating darkness and the might of the profane
The hand of death is reaching out and lulling you to sleep
Companions round you now mourners they weep
All blades now shall perish
Who pierce the pallid king
Enter the world of darkness
Submit to us the Ring
The smell of death and rotting flesh contaminates the air
Pestilent breath bereft of life filling you with despair
Your body screaming with agony
Blood and puss now fill your mouth
A putrid festering beast