There comes a black wind,
a symbol of the end,
but a king will ascend,
to fend off the tide,
then lords will choose a side,
there will be a victory for good or dark,
either way the dark lord will leave his mark,
when he begins his war,
his domination will exceed Mordor,
for he will attack the lands of men,
from Ithil to Amon Hen,
all will fall before his might,
whether they flee or fight.
Dost blow the black wind?
For it dost beackon our end,
when doom dost impend.
But alas will rise a king,
and Hark! the heralds will sing,
for great light he will bring.