No monuments, or marble shafts
Keep silent record of the time
When iron clad ranks of warriors rode
The Dark Nation’s line.

But mists of time have not eclipsed
The ancient stories of his day,
And still the whispered words are heard,
" Lord Sauron has passed this way."

The noon of darkness cast its spell
The trumpeter’s bugle sounds once more
And Sauron heads his army out
To ride through legends door.

Now once again the arrows fire
While the Eagle’s spirit soars,
And archers spew their deadly hail
As Sauron leads to war.

But now--the Dark Lord rides no more,
No bands or Orcs, with muffled sound
Slip through the night to strike at dawn;
The fight is through, the moon is down.

Now who will sing old Sauron’s song,
And who will tell his tale,
And whoo will keep the vigil
Along the Mordor Trail?