Midnight in the heart of Mordor,
Under Sauron's fiery sky.
Raising high the blade of battle,
Asking honor from the Eye…
Zûr beyond the years of mortals,
Only Sauron's may calm him, all others will die
Risk not fighting, stay no longer, flee now this one, fly!

Three to flee and three to fight...
Three to ride and fly...
Three to win upon the field,
But break before the eye.

Know tomorrow brings the darkness,
Hate and laughter, screams despite.
Answers not the break of morning,
Morning from him hides in night.
Until the winds do scatter him…
Leaving only light

Three to flee and three to fight...
Three to ride and fly...
Three to win upon the field,
But break before the eye.

Just before us stand the armies.
In the sky a fellbeast cry.

Is there hope on the horizon?
Not to fall, to flee or fight?
Don't you hear the Ringwraith calling?
Under eyes of ice, dark light…
Ringing screams, gauntlets flashing, greatest of the Nazgul flight.

Three to flee and three to fight...
Three to ride and fly...
Three to win upon the field,
But break before the eye.