The White Witch of Angmar is here.
Something stirs beneath the trees,
something large, something angry,
something with sharp fangs sees
that it can now feast on the weak.
The White Witch of Angmar is here.
Beating wings beneath the sky
are heralds of fast approaching doom.
mighty birds now cause to die
their prey, man, elf, and dwarf alike.
The White Witch of Angmar is here.
Fish in their ponds turn belly up
their last life suffocating in the water.
Greenish liquid long since filled up
with deadliest poison for to kill.
The White Witch of Angmar is here.
A lonely traveler now stands still.
He turns in fear and before him sees
one clad in white and masked
'till almost it seems a small giant to be.
The White Witch of Angmar is here.
Bewitched are they all, fallen 'neath her spell
here in the western lands where she treads
bearing ills and plagues so none may be well,
and before her fiery gaze their eyes must fall.
The White Witch of Angmar is here.
