and cold be sleep under stone:
 never more to wake on stony bed,
 never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.

 In the black wind the stars shall die,
 and still on gold here let them lie,
 till the dark lord lifts his hand
 over dead sea and withered land

 [1]When the winter first begins to bite
 and stones crack in the frosty night,
 when pools are black and trees are bare,
 it is evil in the wild to fare.
 (repeat 2 first lines of the verse)

 To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugburz

 No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
 This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
 Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
 Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind
 and forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
 to build up a new mighty empire

 (REPEAT [1