Nazgul
Lyrics by Chagall Sierra, 2015
September 27
On night winds they ride
Deride
Warm caring soul
They sold
Now all they know
Is the will of the evil eye
Hiding from the seekers in the night
Predators circling like the ring that calls their master
Recoil in terror
The wound that never heals
Nazgul
Faceless phantoms
Heartless in life despairing in deathly servitude
Cold as the kiss of death
Nazgul
Caring heartbeat feels
Reveals
Warm living soul
They know
The treasure untold
Precious to the evil eye
Strongest in the cover of the night
Predators circling like the ring that calls their master
Recoil in terror
The wound that never heals
Nazgul
Faceless phantoms
Heartless in life despairing in deathly servitude
Cold as the kiss of death
Nazgul
They'll not win this night
They'll not rule this fight
Their days are numbered
Send them to their rest
Send them to their test
Not by the hand of man
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