Once great kings of the Secondborn

Cheated their faith with the Rings of Sauron

Nine for mortal men

Turned them into the shadows of immortal



Without their maste they have no focus

They have no choice but to obey

Without their Rings they have no life

This curse is their soul and presence



They speak with the voice of grave

With a touch, colder than death

No man can ever defeat them

Black is the way they stay



Nine silent horsemen

Riding forever for their lord

In the night which shall never end

No daylight for their eyes



Unholy aura of god Melkor

Encircle their heads, never let them rest

Forced to serve forever in shadows

Master of the dark and living death



No life anymore only darkness and pain

Shape of shadow no flesh nor blood

All passions now gone no reason to be

Cused by the Lord of the Rings