Once great kings of the Secondborn
Cheated their faith with the Rings of Sauron
Nine for mortal men

Turned them into the shadows of immortal

Without their maste they have no focus

They have no choice but to obey
Without their Rings they have no life
This curse is their soul and presence


They speak with the voice of grave
With a touch, colder than death

No man can ever defeat them
Black is the way they stay


Nine silent hor!@&(
Riding forever for their lord
In the night which shall never end

No daylight for their eyes

Unholy aura of god Melkor

Encircle their heads, never let them rest
Forced to serve forever in shadows
Master of the dark and living death


No life anymore only darkness and pain
Shape of shadow no flesh nor blood

All passions now gone no reason to be
Cused by the Lord of the Rings