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From The Ruins Of AngmarWith unknown origins that in shadows lieA creation born, never to die Hands of man would never pierce This soulless being, merciless, fierce... And Darkness falls upon the land Forever serving Sauron's hand... with the Might of Mordor Waiting in the blackness to emerge in the Third Age In the South Lands of the Dark Lord, summoned to his aid Across the Ephel Duath, the Nazgûl laid their siege The city fell to obscurity, Of Minas Ithil proclaimed Liege Baptized Minas Morgul For sorcery to man unknown The Lord of the Nine Riders Has reaped what he had sown Fervent for revenge To a defeat suffered from the past Challenged the new king of Gondor His throne will not last Despite the warnings Eärnur seized the chance On the field of battle, decieved was the lord of men In the land of Morgul thus he entered And thus the line of kings was put unto an end... |