Nazg!

Your nightmare is your reality
in darkness, in blackness
A deformed sculpture of your past
is darkness.

King of his own band of kings
Searching for the one ring
(A) ferocious voice inside the crown
he wears so proudly
He goes out to war
stand before him, you will fall
he will lead darkness as the
captain of Minas Morgul

Stand silent, twilight king
in your search of that mighty ring
By the hand of no mortal man
can you nor fall or die oh mighty master!

Once a king of men of Angmar
and a sorcerer powerful
Enslaved by the Ring of power
Obedience was taught to you
In search of tolerance and horrified magic
in times of darkness littered with demons roar
The pretty havens lit up with the thin possession
that wizards gaze upon during their fall

Be thankful with honor
to the Maia Sauron's power
Through black lands in blackness
sheep deforming, steeps are luring,
hide out from the mystic choir

Your nightmare is your reality
in darkness, in blackness
A deformed sculpture of your past
is darkness.

Wine for the bleeding soul
Invisible just like a ghoul
Sickening contractions from the
blackened forest so cold
Molded from original
stench from nemesis' total
Dwimmerlaik is fallen,
the black rider is dead today...
The Lord of Morgul! Is dead today!

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