Unsheathe your swords Here they come Black army's shade Shakes the ground As one we'll fight And we'll die And we'll reborn We are the light! Ashes and dust The'll become They shall not pa** All as one Heavy price Screaming skys Crying rain All in Vain Clouds of darkness, storms of fire Mixed in the frantic spire We behold the end of Arda At this Dagor Bragollach Last white rider in the shadows Shade has taken all my brothers Let me spill my blood and tears At this Dagor Bragollach