I brought you here to serve your Masters will To crush the Empire of Light My proud soldiers, prepare to kill Hoist the banner of death Legions of the Evil Eye Haradrims, Variags and Orcs We're marching out as Gondor will die
CHORUS: The Witchking desires tormenting of the souls Creation of the martyrs and triumph on the Pelennor field The Witchking desires insidious lies to manipulate This wraith of cold dark breath will make those creatures yield
Follow me for the final torture Endless nights, we will prevail Now raise your swords Harsh throats cries a malice hail Overshadowed by black magic Bide your time for longevities Those nefarious that fall behind Wait here for Sauron to question your sins
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Overshadowed by black magic Bide your time for longevities Those nefarious that fall behind Wait here for Sauron to question your sins