The Gift of Darkness-Aglarond

The Gift of Darkness Aglarond Nine black warriors Ride through the ancient forest Ride on black horses Like shadows fast as the wind Their long swords shining like stars on heaven They guide them to their destiny Them to their destiny Nine brave warriors Walk through the ancient forest Getting a great power The most requested by evil Evil creatures waylay them To obtain what they lost a long time ago Their only defense are their arms and swords Screams of sorrow come from darkness A cold evil wind Blows from mordor it is The fury of the dark lord Who acclaims the great ring the most powerful He will recover it Recover anyway Three rings for the kings Of the high elves under sky Seven rings to the gnoms lords In their halls made of stone Nine to the mortal men Condemned to die One for the dark lord On the dark throne In the mordor's land Where shadows reigns One to enslave all rings To find them all in time And drive them Into darkness Nine brave warriors Walk through ancient forest Getting a great power The most requested by evil