Nazgul on the wing

See the Black Sun rise, Nazgul in the sky,
Sent from Barad-dur to claim back the Ring!
See the Wraiths ride on the wings of night,
Dawn impaled upon their nine black swords!

Nazgul on the wing - fiends come to kill!

"Host of death, dark hordes under moonlight marching on…
Seas of blood, mounds of corpses piled to touch the sky…
Fell knights ride trampling down the countenance of dawn…
All hail the Witch-King and his dynasty of scourge!"

Riding overhead shadows rend the air,
Etched against a Moon struck sick and pale with grief!
Riding dragon steeds, screaming words of death,
Nazgul reign on high and bless the slaughter-fall!

Nazgul on the wing - fiends come to kill!