Wrath of Angmar

from The Dead Testament by The Bear Hunters

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lyrics

The air grows cold, the daylight fades
The land overtaken by a spectral haze
Terror grips the heart of men
The Nine return to hunt again

The North has fallen, it's kingdoms burn
The Dunedain laid to waste
To darkness shall the world return
The age of man erased

Kings of old, now enslaved
Immortalized in shadow as their earthly bodies fade
Blackened screams pierce the night
Eternally in service of the tower of the eye
Whispers of a dormant will
Spread across the land, a threat of what will be instilled
Wrath Of Angmar, heed the call
The world of men shall fall

Forged of gold, nine mighty rings
Bestowed upon nine mighty kings
Power great will surely come
But all shall be slaves to the one

Desire born of mortal greed
Down the path of darkness leads
Fall from honour, wraiths become
To the dark lord's will succumb

Kings of old, now enslaved
Immortalized in shadow as their earthly bodies face
Blackened screams pierce the night
Eternally in service of the tower of the eye
Whispers of a dormant will
Spread across the land, a threat of what will be instilled
Wrath of Angmar, heed the call
The world of men shall fall

Terror seeps into the soul
Courage failing fast
Black breath drains the heart of hope
A haunting force amassed

Kings of old, ghosts of dread
Down the path of darkness tread
Haunting screams, doom has come
Drawn by whispers from the one
Hope shall fall, Angmar rise
Black breath hails, behold the Nine
Darkness calls, evil spawns
Mankind falls, the dark age dawns