unsheathe your swords here they come black armys shade shakes the ground as one we`ll fight and we`ll die and we`ll reborn we are the light ashes and dust they`ll become they shall not pass all as one heavy price screaming skies crying rain all in vain clouds of darkness, storms of fire mixed in frantic spire we behold the end of arda at this dagor bragollach last white rider in the shadows shade has taken all my brothers let me spill my blood and tears at this dagor bragollach