Riders of the Black Wolves

- Shelob
Ulag is my name, warg rider of Isengard
the Beast beneath me, fell wolf,
trained together with tooth and sword
to run like the wind, never fast enough

Enemy horsemen can be seen in the distance
last ray of sun, glinting, on their spears
With a loud howl from our warg chieftain,
we race after them, yelling evil jeers

I slash at them with whirling blade
my mount, Cinder, growls and bites
Horses and riders run into deep shade,
of Old Fangorn Forests darkest nights

Suddenly, woods surround us, terror strikes our hearts,
the last sound I ever hear, Cinder's shrieking barks.