unsheathe your swords 
here [bad word] 
black armys shade 
shakes the ground 
as one we`ll fight 
and we`ll die 
and we`ll reborn 
we are the light 
ashes and dust 
they`ll [bad word] 
they shall not pass 
all as one 
heavy price 
screaming skies 
crying rain 
all in vain 
clouds of darkness, storms of fire 
mixed in frantic spire 
we behold the end of arda 
at this dagor bragollach 
last white rider in the shadows 
shade has taken all my brothers 
let me spill my blood and tears 
at this dagor bragollach