The Rising Of The Dark Lord

The beasts of Hell just lick his hand

All creatures from forgotten lands

Long lost worlds with spires of gold

Where the land was cleft and auroras rolled.

Purple skies all streaked with green

A landscape fit for a thousand dreams

Seas of fire with sulphur spray

The Dark Lords labyrinth hide away.

From long dead Charne or ancient Mu'

His army comes in search of you

Dead or undead can't eternal lie

With passing eons even death may die.

Crushing what he caused in play

The chaos would blow earths dust away

Mutants would roam the desolate sphere

Haunters of the dark all men would fear

And so the Dark Lord legend goes

But what form he will take no one knows.

It may be in mans image who can say

This master of the Machiavellian ways

Look to your heart to what you hold dear

The last ring is trust so keep it near.

Don't let him have the last ring.

Let Mordor keep it's shadowy king

Don't let him have the last ring.

Let Mordor keep it's shadowy king

Don't let him have the last ring.

Let Mordor keep it's shadowy king