Angmareddon

King of the mysteries

Rising as beast

From the past and the realms

On the wings of the hystery

Over slained hills and

The flesh creeping majesty

Hideos shape appeared

Spilled blood in the misbelieves

Dark as the storm may be

Wall of the history

Seeding the fear

In the hearts of the enemy

A horse man, black, tall, hooded

In Battles so despairing

Lifted his sword

And the flames ran down slow

On the blade

Silent day

It Fades away

Shades of death

Came with the dawn

Legions of mountain trolls

Hammer of underworld

Swings in the manacles

Rending as heart as stone

Fields of the Pelenor

Wincing in pain as the

Dreadful voice speaking

Eternally bleeding

The Words of thorn

(In) forgotten Tongue

Until the horn,

From the north

Crossed the tone

As he is coming near, not even a dream

Despairing is mean of the prophecy

Dark the world may see after the king of fear

Rolls across the land in his dark esteem

Disquiet fell upon who conform (to) his lead

Not sign of seven stars, crown above white tree

Blending living night and the deep dark dream

Will be lost in the defeat of his secresy

As Black spirits of the sea rised upon the creek

So came forgotten power in which none believed

King´s immortality and the proud of steel

Should break the worthlwess fear that rides among the field

White banners that are streaming in the morning breeze

In the silver stronghold of the ancient kings

Vanished like a mist that is driven (back) by the wind

Night always had been, and always would be, (and night) was all

Out of the doubt, out of dark, - to the day´s rising

I sing in the sun with my sword

And my heart is breaking

(It) comes the war

I am the king of all this land

With me dies the end of this tale