Abyssic Hate

Scathing flames black as the night
Transform into a powerful shape
Black warriors in a cursed land
Are embraced by the winters dusk
Unholy trinities form beneath the stars
They shall return from beyond these gates
Horror and pain infect their skin
As he steps from the mist
Screams of pain sweep the enchanted lands
By the red moons of Mordor
Furious winds caress the robes
Of the nine horned beasts