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Terror rules the midnight sky

Under the watch of the lidless eye

Out from Mordor ride the nine

On foul wings they fly

Attack all sides and from above

'Til Minas Tirith is but dust

Sauron's legions thirst for blood

Never shall they kill enough

Raping Minas Tirith

The white tower is falling

Breaking Minas Tirith

The white tower crumbles as the white tree burns

From Minas Morgul the ring bearer hangs

The prize that he carried is Sauron's again

He who would be king hangs his head low in shame

Elendil's heir falls by Isildur's bane

With the one ring back upon Sauron's hand

The time has come for the doom of man

The free peoples make one more hopeless last stand

But the dark lord controls the land

STORM OF ASHES!

Now that Gondor has fallen

Its ruins are set ablaze

The remnants of mankind's existence

Are buried in a storm of ashes

Storm of ashes