(Conceived) Give me your hand (and born was one of light) Blood is spilt and man will follow (Rain and dark) Raise your head and taste the courage (the one of light) Fall from grace, unholy night I've come here to kill you Won't leave until you've died

Facing the wind as they ride through the sky Shadows of Mordor black horses they fly Black shadow king, find the ring. Search for the Halfling you lords of the dark The hobbit with Sauron's ring he is your mark Unholy light, in the night Black knights of