He Who Sits Upon The Black Throne Of Angmar / The Morgul Blade lyrics

Forged in Angmar, far to the north The dreaded Witch King draws it forth A wretched blade Forged from hate To become a wraith Is your fate Cunning design breaks the tip Leaving behind a seeking chip To your heart, the shard proceeds Your soul withers like dying leaves Nazgul hunt with ill intent Try to flee but your will is spent Your body seized You are afraid Your flesh is pierced by the Morgul Blade Seek the Weed to ease the pain Athelas herb will slow the drain Numb the wound Stem the bleed But nothing stops the Nazgul’s greed Witch King claims what he was after The air is pierced with silent laughter You can’t ignore Sauron’s call Forever enslaved as a nameless thrall Nazgul hunt with ill intent Try to flee but your will is spent Your body seized You are afraid Your flesh is pierced by the Morgul Blade