Dwimmerlaik

Curse you foul beast!

Surrender or face my blade

Curse you foul beast!

Your armies will meet their fate

Against your hordes until they fall

Heroes of Rohan ride to last breath

Of your orcs and your trolls

This is their death

Fool of a man

Do not try to tempt me

Mortal powers of yours

Are not nearly enough

My blessing so cruel

Will be your doom

Far beyond is the dawn

Of my death

Curse you foul beast!

Past are the years of the grief

Curse you foul beast!

The end is to come for the One Ring

Your abyssic eyes fooled your mind

I'm no man, that I can tell

Feel my sword the time is to die

Maid of Rohan will break thy spell

Be damned vile being

Enchantment of the ages

Vanquished and gone

Now my spirit flies free

Brief moment I'll see

The most beautiful spark of the light

To eternal damnation

My soul shall flee

Can't you see the eve of your defeat

Can't you see when your enemy

Crumbles down the walls of yours

Slays the reign and takes your throne

Witch-king of Angmar, Dwimmerlaik

Warlord from the North came and tried to

Fight with the heir of Eorl's tribe

By the daughter of Rohan he died

New day without the fear

Gone are the tears

No more guarding the skies

Words of hope without the lies

Vyšlo na albech