Like dark shadows in the night
a mere scream can paralize one with fright
It hunts, riding upon a black mare
or sometimes a fell beast, gliding through the air
They have no will or mercy, answering Sourons call
One quick stab with a morgul blade, and you shall surely fall

Faces dark, unseen and shrouded
Voices a mere wisper, clouded
Long blades, gleaming wickedly in the light
As they stalk their unwary prey in the night
Intent on one single, simple goal
To find the one ring; That is their roll
And so they search for the ring to rule all
In obediance to Saurons dark deadly call

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