Walkers of the Nine

Under the lidless eye of Sauron, 

The Black Hand calls upon the Wraith: 

"A bridge for you to follow ... A shadow you will become." 

Devourers of Osgiliath. 

Ursurpers of Minas Ithil. 

Conquerors of Morgul. 

Castors of shade, devoid of light. 

Watchers of Barad-dûr. 

Like a noisome exhalation of decay 

A corpse-light dawns soulless expressions

As their hands of unrest 

Grip the reigning irons of Balrog. 

Black Riders ov Undeath. 

Bearer of rings - corruptor of kingdoms. 

Resurrectors ov bone and blood. 

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars. 

O' deathless walkers at Baranduin. 

Guardians of Mordor, 

Warden of Wights, 

Dreaded Nazgûl 

Whose shrouds cast terror. 

All shall flee before your face! 

You who wields the watchful eyes of Arda. 

You who rides by the summons of Angmar, 

Stampeding into the fields of oblivion. 

Rise. Rise, and Walk!