The dark surrounds me,
Evil melting down my throat,
The night falls and clouds gather,
To this dark and evil day.
The black wind blows,
The soil crumbles under my feet,
In this land that is mine, Mordor.

The night covers me like a blanket,
Dread and fear are in my trail.
Evil am I, no good do I hold.
For contempt and disgust are in my trail.
My body tingles with the sensation,
Of a million feelings of hate,
In this land of mine, Mordor.