Surrender or face my blade Your armies will meet their fate Against your hordes until they fall Heroes of Rohan ride to last breath Of your orcs and your trolls
Past are the years of the grief The end is to come for the One Ring Your abyssic eyes fooled your mind I'm no man, that I can tell Feel my sword the time is to die Maid of Rohan will break thy spell
The most beautiful spark of the light
Can't you see the eve of your defeat Can't you see when your enemy Crumbles down the walls of yours Slays the reign and takes your throne
Witch-king of Angmar, Dwimmerlaik Warlord from the North came and tried to Fight with the heir of Eorl's tribe By the daughter of Rohan he died
No more guarding the skies Words of hope without the lies