Song to the Shadows
Night's darkness enfolds all
Within a cold embrace.
Listen close;
The Nine ride abroad.
Pounding of iron hoofs,
Rustle of black hood;
Wailing dirge rises,
A song to the shadows,
A song of death
Cruel as razor's edge:
The heralds of Death ride tonight.
Forever seeking, searching;
The Ring of Power their goal
Drawn to it like a moth to flame.
Hot on the trail;
Scent of Halflings close .
Ice cold blade is ice cold death
Taste of steel your last.
Night's darkness enfolds all
Within a cold embrace.
Listen close;
The Nine ride abroad.
Pounding of iron hoofs,
Rustle of black hood;
Wailing dirge rises,
A song to the shadows,
A song of death
Cruel as razor's edge:
The heralds of Death ride tonight.
Forever seeking, searching;
The Ring of Power their goal
Drawn to it like a moth to flame.
Hot on the trail;
Scent of Halflings close .
Ice cold blade is ice cold death
Taste of steel your last.
