The Curse Of The Kings 歌词

Once great kings of the Secondborn Cheated their faith with the Rings of Sauron Nine for mortal men Turned them into the shadows of immortal Without their master they have no focus They have no choice but to obey Without their Rings they have no life This curse is their soul and presence They speak with the voice of grave With a touch, colder than death No man can ever defeat them Black is the way they stay Nine silent horsemen Riding forever for their lord In the night which shall never end No daylight for their eyes Unholy aura of god Melkor Encircle their heads, never let them rest Forced to serve forever in shadows Master of the dark and living death No life anymore only darkness and pain Shape of shadow no flesh nor blood All passions now gone no reason to be Cused by the Lord of the Rings