Black Riders

Out of the tower of Mordor,
On black steeds darkness rides,
Evil flowing around them,
As they seek their masters prize.

Over the grasslands of Rohan,
Screams voices that are fell,
All who hear them quaver,
As sorrow falls like a spell.

They're gather evil about them,
Driving all hope away,
Turning to terror any who callenge,
Fright and Panic hold sway.

Sweeping up through the gap of Rohan,
Wave upon wave of fear,
Feeling the power is closer,
The thing they are seeking is near.

Upon the shire a dark hand closes,
Hate in its frightful grasp,
Pain and sorrow will fall there now,
Has He then got the ring at last?

All is not yet over,
Darkness does not yet hold sway,
The dark master has been thwarted,
The ringbearer has bourne it away.

They follow now ever closer,
Persuing with all their might,
Until with a stab in the darkness,
They seek to put out the light.

But friends fight there with him,
They have brought him hither,
To Rivendell, to elven healers,
For now darkness has drowned in the river.

So in Rivendell for the moment,
The ringbearer lies at rest,
Though he for the moment doesn't know it,
To him is given the quest.

That quest to rid us of evil,
To drive the darkness away,
By destroying the Ring of Power,
And so bringing Middle Earth a new day.