Okej men ni får inte tycka att den är larvig.
Den är faktiskt väldigt bra med musik!
The black riders
In ancient times of elvish kings
Sauron the deceiver, gave men rings
Nine they were and mighty lords
Became shadows armed with swords
Became shadows armed with swords
Great are their power, made of fear
Feel the angst when they are near
On flying beasts in darkened skies
With mace in hand, the Witchking flies
With mace in hand, the Witchking flies
Sent on quests into the west
They’re on your trace, never rest
Following the path of the group of nine
The path goes through Morias mine
The path goes through Morias mine
Even though they avoid the sun
They are driven by the power of the one
The great nazgûls, kings of old
Make their victims deadly cold
Make their victims deadly cold
The white city shakes in fear
The master thinks the end is near
But Minas Tirith contained a force
The white wizard on his horse
The white wizard on his horse
And then they came, the riders of north
The proud Rohirrim, they rode forth
Among them, the strong warrior maid
The black Witchking, he was slayed
The black Witchking, he was slayed
Into battle marched, the armies of west
To crush the enemy in his own nest
While the human armies fought the gloom
The ring got closer to the Mountain of Doom
The ring got closer to the Mountain of Doom
The eight remaining riders in black
Scared their foes with a hard attack
Suddenly they heard their masters call
He had discovered, what could bring his fall
He had discovered, what could bring his fall
The ring got into the fires of hell
The nazgûls died and the black tower fell
The lord of the rings will never be back
Nor will his servants, dressed in black
Nor will his servants, dressed in black