Screaming and shouting, yearn for blood
Sevnts of Melkor the evil
Numenorean corsairs
Your sons have stepped ashore
From the battle and storms
Finally free form the chains of the ages
The terror of
Three feet of steel on my side
Tool of fate my
Walls of Isengard
Face the northern winds
Carved black pillars
Rising high up
Horse lords the men of Rohan
Allies of Gondor the land
Eternal enemy
Wants nothing but war
But they chose another way
Hidden place
The first chord from the vein of the ore
There it
Once great kings of the Secondborn
Cheated their faith with the
From the Anduin vales
Strongmen from the woods
Spirit of the nature
One
The northern winds
Of baneful colds
Forever night
Of northern lights
In the