The two black iron doors The Black gates under frowning arch Upon the battlement Nothing could be seen
And the Nazgul gathered together The teeth like vulture Thither engine of great power Crushing pain come upon
The winds held in the west Away the glooms and the sad mists And the mountain of shadow Great smokes would arise and hover
Faithless and accuses Still less with the slaves Forgotten world far above Burying those beneath
Arrows into the defending ranks Blackness and stench Roaring like a beast Of hill-trolls out of Gorgoroth
Like the storm they broke upon The line of men of Gondor Reaching out the clutching claw Fell creatures would bite the throatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
