The mirror of darkness
lost the maze of light,
your eyes in the horizon
gates of the eternal war.
When the embrace of the night
fall in the mist,
the sword of the dark
it´s the voice of Angmar,
across the shadows,
in the heart of the Middle Earth...
Black flame in the distance,
winds of the prophecies,
fortress of the lost times,
into the memories.
When the embrace of the night
fall in the mist,
the sword of the dark
it´s the voice of Angmar,
across the shadows,
in the heart of the Middle Earth...