Skeletal Sleep

Linger long with ghastly stare

Ancient and forgotten lair

Where dust and shadows take court

See the crown Ave Mort

Underneath the singing sparrows

Cavernous earthen barrows

With Morgul spells and Angmar's embrace

Witch king's servants inhabit this place

Roaming the cairns of darkened lore

Bound to the umbral forevermore

No moonlight touches their hollow crown

Where Elbereth’s light cannot drown

In tombs where Eärendil’s star lies dim

They dwell untouched by death's cold whim

Their bones enwrapped in burial shroud

Do rise from silence dark and proud

The treasures of forgotten kings

Lie cold beneath their spectral wings

In hoards where gold and iron gleam

Yet only shadows dare to dream

A spell from Númenor’s lost tongue

Within the air forever hung

Binds them fast to haunted ground

In ancient runes that still confound

The wights’ cold breath, a winter’s gale

Sings softly of an age-old tale

When Arnor's might was brought to dust

And barrows held the final trust

In lands where old oaths are forgot

And men’s brave deeds fade to naught

The barrow-wights keep silent guard

Their vigil kept eternally hard

So beware the hills where wights still roam

For they are death’s own cold dark home

With eyes that gleam in endless night

They haunt the barrows void of light