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