Scathing flames black as the night   Transform into a powerful shape   Black warriors in a cursed land   Are embraced by the winters dusk      Unholy trinities form beneath the stars   They shall return from beyond these gates   Horror and pain infect their skin   As he steps from the mist      Screams of pain sweep the enchanted lands   By the red moons of Mordor   Furious winds caress the robes   Of the nine horned beasts      His mortal foes are but destroyed   From the ruins do they arise   Savages from all foreign shores   Will hear their tormented cries      The flames of the fire contain nine darkened hearts   All weak skin they wither and transform   Unleashed powers as the ring is restored   Eternal cremations where death is their strength      The hymns of mourning and sorrow embrace the once world   Pure evil forces infect these bitter winds