And I still hear the sound of shattering swords
I still see the empty eyes of the fallen warriors
I still hear their screams on the wind
For I am one of the ancient race, summoned by the scars of time

Once I had risen amongst the nine through a spell of cast behind the
Shadowwalls of Minas Morgul
Nazgul, hunters of the night, damned to search for the One
Even death cannot take this heritage from me

I still roam the mighty forest of Neldoreth, like Carcharoth did in ancient times
Feeling eternal emptiness inside
Like in thousands of nights before I look up to the starless skies above, where once Glaurung ruled in a silhouette of fire, and again I feel endless torture -
I have failed