misty path threw woods long passed and shrined in silence 
 [bad word] will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur. 
Far away and over the cold fold mountains, 
our gleeming eyes are searching for a sign 
and down to the deepest dungeons 
and to the old forgotten lair. 
We must leave now befor a new day breaks 
to search for the pale gold 
that once belonged to the forst 

By the sound of pounding hammers 
That sound like bells of the elves in our ears 
We are sill searching in the underground 
where our dark secrets sleep.