King of the mysteries Rising as beast From the past and the realms On the wings of the hystery Over slained hills and The flesh creeping majesty Hideos shape appeared Spilled blood in the misbelieves Dark as the storm may be Wall of the history Seeding the fear In the hearts of the enemy A horse man, black, tall, hooded In Battles so despairing Lifted his sword And the flames ran down slow On the blade Silent day It Fades away Shades of d**h Came with the dawn Legions of mountain trolls Hammer of underworld Swings in the manacles Rending as heart as stone Fields of the Pelenor Wincing in pain as the Dreadful voice speaking Eternally bleeding The Words of thorn (In) forgotten Tongue Until the horn, From the north Crossed the tone As he is coming near, not even a dream Despairing is mean of the prophecy Dark the world may see after the king of fear
Rolls across the land in his dark esteem Disquiet fell upon who conform (to) his lead Not sign of seven stars, crown above white tree Blending living night and the deep dark dream Will be lost in the defeat of his secresy As Black spirits of the sea rised upon the creek So came forgotten power in which none believed King?s immortality and the proud of steel Should break the worthlwess fear that rides among the field White banners that are streaming in the morning breeze In the silver stronghold of the ancient kings Vanished like a mist that is driven (back) by the wind Night always had been, and always would be, (and night) was all Out of the doubt, out of dark, - to the day?s rising I sing in the sun with my sword And my heart is breaking (It) comes the war I am the king of all this land With me dies the end of this tale