And I still hear the sound of shattering swords I still see the empty eyes of the fallen warriors I still hear their screams on the wind For I am one of the ancient race, summoned by the scars of time Once I had risen amongst the nine through a spell of cast behind the Shadowwalls of Minas Morgul Nazgul, hunters of the night, damned to search for the One Even death cannot take this heritage from me I still roam the mighty forest of Neldoreth, like Carcharoth did in ancient times Feeling eternal emptiness inside Like in thousands of nights before I look up to the starless skies above, where once Glaurung ruled in a silhouette of fire, and again I feel endless torture - I have failed