King of the mysteries Rising as beast From the past and the realms On the wings of the mystery
Over stained hills and The flesh creeping majesty Hides shape appeared Spilled blood in the misbelieves
Dark as the storm may be Wall of the history Seeding the fear In the hearts of the enemy
A horse man, black, tall, hooded In Battles so despairing Lifted his sword And the flames ran down slow
On the blade Silent day It Fades away Shades of death Came with the dawn
Legions of mountain trolls Hammer of underworld Swings in the manacles Rending as heart as stone
Fields of the Pelenor Wincing in pain as the Dreadful voice speaking Eternally bleeding
The Words of thorn (In) forgotten Tongue Until the horn, From the north Crossed the tone
As he is coming near, not even a dream Despairing is mean of the prophecy Dark the world may see after the king of fear Rolls across the land in his dark esteem
Disquiet fell upon who conform (to) his lead Not sign of seven stars, crown above white tree Blending living night and the deep dark dream Will be lost in the defeat of his secrecy
As Black spirits of the sea raised upon the creek So came forgotten power in which none believed King's immortality and the proud of steel Should break the worthless fear that rides among the field
White banners that are streaming in the morning breeze In the silver stronghold of the ancient kings Vanished like a mist that is driven (back) by the wind Night always had been, and always would be, (and night) was all