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Do you hear the Nazgul cry?
Our voices filled with laughter!
Laughter for those dead and gone,
And felled by our own hands,
Do you hear the Nazgul cry?
Once we were great kings of men!
Those days are dead and gone,
As faded as our own forgotten lands.
Before us spreads a sky of blood…
Through which in form we fly…
The membrane wings caress the wind,
In service of the eye…
And at last, the battle nears me…
Fall the mortal fighters, they tire quickly…
Out swings the mace! Flashes the blade!
Both steeds lye broken, there stands the maid,
Shield of the Rohirrim, is she not afraid?
Challenges she utters,
And too much she dares,
With her eyes afire,
I won't stand her airs!
Still the wind does softly whisper…
Be wary Wraith Lord… recall your prophesy!
Do you hear the Nazgul cry?
Our voices raised in laughter!
Laughter for the men we fight, and all for which they stand!
Do you hear the Nazgul cry?
I know by no man can I die!
And if my fate be sealed, my life is still in Morgoth's hands…
For the Eye, I stand!
The king is dead! Long live the king!