Three rings for the raven-tits under the sky Seven for the foe-cloaked generals of stone Nine for mortal men doomed to die One for the dark lord on this locked throne And the four lords who themselves lie Arrrrrgh! Arrrrrgh! One rings through the mud, one rings the fire One rings the rhythm of darkness by them And the last of all lords with their shadows Lie! Three rings for the raven-tits under the sky Seven for the foe-cloaked generals of stone Nine for mortal men doomed to die One for the dark lord on this locked throne And the last of all lords with their shadows lie Arrrrgh! One rings through the mud, one rings the fire One rings the rhythm of darkness by them
