High pitched screams

High pitched screams

Making you feel cold

Dark cloaks coming forward

A shadow to behold

Temptation is near

When they stride towards you

Do not give in to the fear

For that is dangerous

The ring in your hands

They before you, dark and mindless

Forgetting the safety of your lands

This moment seems timeless

Sharpness

Coldness

Mindless

Nazgûl at the Withertop

The ring in your hands

They before you, dark and mindless

Forgetting the safety of your lands

This moment seems timeless