(©Heavenhill 2011)

High in the mountains near the Black Stone
Spreading the killing horror
Ghosts of the warriors live on their own
Traitors which lost their honor,
Cursed by Isildur never to rest
Till they had fulfilled their pledge.
One who was chosen has started the quest,
Now he is reaching the edge.

The road to the Dimholt is kept by the Evil,
But soon the prediction will come true for all,
The dead men will fight on the side of the living,
The kingdom of Sauron will finally fall.

Who passed the door to the Paths of the Dead
Waking the sleeping Evil?
A Man side by side with a Dwarf and an Elf
What do those mad ones believe in?
Spirits attack, but they suddenly stop,
Blinded by a flash of the blade...
Now they are scared of that man on the top:
The sword of the King’s been remade!

The road to the Dimholt is kept by the Evil,
But soon the prediction will come true for all,
The dead men will fight on the side of the living,
The kingdom of Sauron will finally fall.

Follow me, phantoms, rise from the mist,
I am your last salvation!
Fight for your King and you will rest in peace
Free from your old damnation.
Blood of Isildur is burning my veins,
My time has come, I am here,
Ready to meet with my death face to face
I’ll take my fate without fear.

The road to the Dimholt is kept by the Evil,
But soon the prediction will come true for all,
The dead men will fight on the side of the living,
The kingdom of Sauron will finally fall.

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