Minas Morgul - And the comeing of the King
As this place in malice was not built,
Yet still there terror lives,
And all who pass this city by
Loose all hope, and wish to die.
Swords of evil strike there,
And silence by horror is shushed,
And the birds here do not sing,
And no creature of week will were there stand,
For 'tis a dark foreboding land.
And the city of the Nazgul,
As dark as Angbad's hell,
Doth sit as twin to the city
Where a King did once abide,
And cast down shall be this city,
The one where Nazgul live,
For that King shall have his crown
And with his sword so mighty
All evil shall be cast down.