Amon-Sul

I hear their whispers when they call
Their faces cloud my sight
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

Once these kings lived in their golden hall
Leaders of men in their armor bright
I hear their whispers when they call

The Witch King once proud and tall
Can I make what is wrong now right
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

I pull away and my hand grows pall
With sword and fire will the Ranger fight
I hear their whispers when they call

Am I strong enough to put up a wall
I watch in shadow Strider’s might
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall

The blade pierces me and I crawl
Poison entering as a snake’s bite
I hear their whispers when they call
I wish for hope so I’ll not fall
- Kaybaggins