Far from Angmar should thou keep
Where foul and evil dragons sleep
For in the realm of the Witch-King
Do Balrogs slumber in the deep
Master of the Barrow-Downs of yore
His darkness extends across the moor
The land thus tained unto Mordor
As it shall remain forevermore
In black fortress the wraith-lord dwells
And hails his conquests with shadow bells
Fear not the master only, he walks not alone
For of dark and fell vampires do legends tell
First of the Ringwraiths Nine
Black in robe and armor with soul malign
On great fell beasts the Nazgul ride
Bearing the Eye, the Dark Lord's sign
