Lugburz

Cold be hand and heart and bone
And cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed
Never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
And still on gold here let them lie
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land
When the winter first begins to bite
And stones crack in the frosty night
When pools are black and trees are bare
It is evil in the wild to fare
To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugbúrz
No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
Again I’m kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind
And forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
To build up a new mighty empire