The Bard's Tale (Fantasy)

Smoke is rising up to sky

A land, called Mordor, we'll be passing by

There, by the ruins he stands

Sauron, the leader of darkest lands

Minas Morgul, Minas Tirith

I hope you will never see it

Are two fortess of the army of evil

Sauron, the leader is like the devil

Barad - Dûr is the high, dark tower

From there Sauron controlls his power

With the ring of darkness he win

For the army of goddess it will be a sin

Who will be the lord of the rings

Who will be the one who win

The one ring is what Sauron demand

In this dark and unholy land

Dwarfs and Dragons are fighting

Until the army of goddess is dying

When there will be noone left

Then the sun's colour will be black

It will be so dark like at night

When the good ones have lost the fight

Then Sauron will be the king

Who ruled the world with help of the ring

The weapons you should find

Before you will face him

Is the black shield of blind

And the magog sword of sin

You must find them all

In heaven you will dwell

Or you'll be visited pal

By the demons of hell

Smoke is rising up to sky

The land, called Mordor we're now passing by

Now we are standing here

When you'll see him, don't have fear

At the black gate

Kill him without a lack of faith

Then this nightmare will end at last...

A bard's song is written every day

So many things the writer will say

But now my song has come to an end

'Cause this bard's tale has an open end...