Witch-King of Angmar - Holy Martyr

The Darkness has come

Back from where it had been

The Witch-King arises

And the light fades away

Black Numenorean your soul once so mighty

How has fallen in disgrace unmerciful undead King

Once you were King of men now King of the dead

On your throne…

The rain’s falling down over the ruins

The pain and the sorrow are washed away

All across the ancient land of the King

The lost Kingdom of Arnor

It lies in decay forgotten by all

The Evil now rules Supreme

Dark is the realm

Of the Witch-King of Angmar

Armies on His side marching off to war

Dark is the realm

Of the Witch-King of Angmar

The Dark Lord has come

A Black Glory shall reign

Immortal his soul the King of the dead

Through pain rules the world

And vengeance shall bring

Corrupting the men enslaving their hearts

Lord of the Nazgûl ride servant of Chaos

Bringer of death ride Lord of the Nazgûl ride

Let’s spread your black wings and scream your Triumph