High pitched screams
High pitched screams
Making you feel cold
Dark cloaks coming forward
A shadow to behold
Temptation is near
When they stride towards you
Do not give in to the fear
For that is dangerous
The ring in your hands
They before you, dark and mindless
Forgetting the safety of your lands
This moment seems timeless
Sharpness
Coldness
Mindless
Nazgûl at the Withertop
The ring in your hands
They before you, dark and mindless
Forgetting the safety of your lands
This moment seems timeless