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
