The silver light cast away
From the towers and the walls
The pale white horror took a place
Spreading madness and decay
The Eight arrived for their king
Great shadows walked again
The watch of Men failed in shame
As the city burned in flames
Minas Morgul's dark sorcery
Corpse-light in the dead black sky
Tower rising from the tombs of fallen kings
And their Gods
Poison fumes fill the air
Dying ground, no trees or streams
Day and night full of light
Light that illuminated nothing at all
Once proud and great mortal men
Servants in shadow's embrace
Ithil-stonе, device of lies
Etеrnal eclipse of the Moon