Throne Of Sombre Thoughts

And I still hear the sound of shattering swords

I still see the empty eyes of the fallen warriors

I still hear their screams on the wind

For I am one of the ancient race, summoned by the scars of time

Once I had risen amongst the nine through a spell of cast behind the

Shadowwalls of Minas Morgul

Nazgul, hunters of the night, damned to search for the One

Even death cannot take this heritage from me

I still roam the mighty forest of Neldoreth, like Carcharoth did in ancient times

Feeling eternal emptiness inside

Like in thousands of nights before I look up to the starless skies above, where once Glaurung ruled in a silhouette of fire, and again I feel endless torture -

I have failed