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Morgul Unveiled
I am the shrouded Lord,
Subjected to the will of Him;
Bowed to Shadow rising;
The waxing power dark and grim.
I fled in ruin, empty
And shapeless back to this black land.
About me form was wrought,
I rose again at his command.
This is my fate or curse;
Undying servitude, endless,
Until every moment,
Becomes unceasing weariness.
Fleshless, wrapped in steel,
Before the window of this room,
I weave strange sorcery,
In tainted tower of the moon.
Caster of night's magic,
The Morgul King of poisoned Vale.
Wherein gather thousands,
And at my voice each one will quail.
Not a man there is that
Does not nurse fear in his breast.
Then let terror drive them,
To be my scourge upon the West.