From The Ruins Of Angmar

With unknown origins that in shadows lie
A creation born, never to die
Hands of man would never pierce
This soulless being, merciless, fierce.

And Darkness falls upon the land
Forever serving Sauron's hand... with the Might of Mordor.

Waiting in the blackness to emerge in the Third Age
In the South Lands of the Dark Lord, summoned to his aid
Across the Ephel Duath, the Nazgûl laid their siege
The city fell to obscurity, Of Minas Ithil proclaimed Liege.

Baptized Minas Morgul
For sorcery to man unknown
The Lord of the Nine Riders
Has reaped what he had sown
Fervent for revenge
To a defeat suffered from the past
Challenged the new king of Gondor
His throne will not last.

Despite the warnings Eärnur seized the chance
On the field of battle, decieved was the lord of men
In the land of Morgul thus he entered
And thus the line of kings was put unto an end.