Caradhras The Cruel

Where is your sun you stand on the ground
Where are the stars the could shape your path
Where are the fires that could shelter this night
Who are the fires that would lead you to death

The icy teeth of winter
I feel then biting my bones

Where is your god as you scrape on the ground
Where is the moon that could shine on your face
Mine is the wind that will drown you this night
Show me your will I will send you to hell

The storm is burning with hate
What evil curses this night

We only seek to pass
The southern rage is stretching far