The mirror of darkness lost the maze of light, your eyes in the horizon gates of the eternal war. When the embrace of the night fall in the mist, the sword of the dark it´s the voice of Angmar, across the shadows, in the heart of the Middle Earth... Black flame in the distance, winds of the prophecies, fortress of the lost times, into the memories. When the embrace of the night fall in the mist, the sword of the dark it´s the voice of Angmar, across the shadows, in the heart of the Middle Earth...