In Minas Morgul Death Awaits

Gondor is dying, after years of wars
There's no more blood to shed.
An harrowing cry is rising from
The doors of Cirith Ungol,
The Nine are riding estending
Sauron's shadow.
The Tower of the Moon is now
The Tower of Witchcraft,
And this place is called
Minas Morgul, Where I'll slay
My first Gondor soldier.
I know the meaning of life,
The answer is bringing
Death with my axe,
In the name of my Lord.

Eärnur is coming with his troops
To fight the King of Wizards,
And in the shadows
Of Minas Morgul Death awaits.
Human is time to die,
Our rage breaks their oaken shields,
Axes and Swords are everywhere,
Flesh and bones for our feast.

Flesh on the ground,
Impaled heads,
No prisoners,
Only blood.
Ogres and Uruk-ahi ,
Warriors of the Orodruin,
Keepers Of Gorgoroth,
Where the swadows lie.
Moon rises on Barad Dur,
The hordes work without rest,
A battle is won but many will come,
Weapons and armor must be ready.
I saw bodies falling
By the power of my axe,
Giving me more strenght
For a tomorrow where Mordor reigns.

Human is time to die,
Our rage breaks their oaken shields,
Axes and Swords are everywhere,
Flesh and bones for our feast.
Human is time to die,
Our rage breaks their oaken shields,
Axes and Swords are everywhere,
Flesh and bones for our feast.