Tolkien's Nazgul

Dark riders, black riders,
nine riders or better off ring-wraiths
Plunged in Saurons powers
A sting of death, the earths raid
The realm of shadows
Transformed man beyond immortality.
The witch-King of angma, the true Nazgul
leader of the nine, bond of loyalty
Forseen thraldom of the ring.
Its delusion a survival disguise against Sauron.
Black magic, all strong holds beneath it's
wings
I'll tie-up the ring maker against Gandalf and
saroumon
Exuding an aura of fear.
Terror the quiver on my shoulders
The steel sword my arm of judgement with flair.
Deadly voice renting the air and ripping preys
Feed on you like the vultures of Mordor.
Exhale the black breath of unconsciousness
Unleash, pest and diseases on atheles herbs
and doctors
stab the guardian of the precious
The precious has no hiding place.
It's aroma locates my nostrils to pay homage
The Ford of Bruinen became a death valley for
my horse.
I now ride on hideous flying beast of the age.
I'm faster than teleport, I lost meter
Dark horses fell short of my speed.
Necromancer; death is even sweeter,
The wraith maker at the disposal of my needs
Hero of evil faction, all by myself
if humans were good, I'll slay them still.
I'll recruit the orcs against the elfs.
Turn the kingdoms against their fields.
Fellowship of the ring, bound by precious gift
Deceit sounds sweet, what is Sauron thinking?
Khamul the black Easterling's shadow of the
east. Next to my reign, my fellow accomplice of
dark riders ring.
The seven other Nazgul a union of perfect
warriors creed
Riding on hell hawks scavenging the middle-
earth
Devour rebels with beaks and claws of my
flying steed.
I'll break off the Sauron spells of my will with
the rings path'