Scathing flames black as the night 
Transform into a powerful shape 
Black warriors in a cursed land 
Are embraced by the winters dusk 
Unholy trinities form beneath the stars 
They shall return from beyond these gates 
Horror and pain infect their skin 
As he steps from the mist 
Screams of pain sweep the enchanted lands 
By the red moons of 
Mordor Furious winds caress the robes 
Of the nine horned beasts 
His mortal foes are but destroyed 
From the ruins do they arise 
Savages from all foreign shores 
Will hear their tormented cries 
The flames of the fire contain nine darkened hearts 
All weak skin they wither and transform 
Unleashed powers as the ring is restored 
Eternal cremations where death is their strength 
The hymns of mourning and sorrow embrace the once world 
Pure evil forces infect these bitter winds