歌词
Shadows Behind the Mountain
魑魅魍魉
Krith Nazgul
In a poor wasteland with cold wind,
A place where the Lord of the dark reign.
Face the Dark Tower, Lugburz,
Under the eyes of Sauron.
All gathered,
And became an army of death,
Lord of the power of time,
Stand in a circle of black!
March!
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