Sorry, you kind of have to know The Lord of the Rings a little bit to understand some of the names in this poem. Hopefully you can get something out of it even if you don't. Here it is:
Flashed on a dark horizon,
Thunder rolls; it shakes the ground.
The sky drips blood upon the doomed;
A Nazghul cries it's piercing sound.
A fell voice upon the air
Causing all their bones to tremble.
A quivering hand on a rusted spear,
Now evil masses do assemble.
The world falls under a mighty hand.
Who now can resist the eye?
Proud kingdoms crashing down,
Mighty warriors quail and fly.
Raindrops fall upon a sea of
Bloody Corpses on the ground.
Failing eyes look upward now,
A far-off battle horn does sound.
Hark! Now from the west there comes
A warm and glorious light to shine,
Giving hope to hearts of men
And to the good a victory sign.
Light now floods the evil masses;
Angry clouds are rolled away.
Wicked eyes are filled with terror.
Mithrindir will win this day!
