Mordor Metal

Three Strings for Elven Kings under the sky
They reign immortal
Echos that never die

Seven Strings for the Dwarven Kings in their Halls of Stone
They dug too deeply
Now like savages they roam

Nine Strings for Mortal Kings doomed to die
Draped in black on dragon's back
Through war torn skies they fly

One String for Evil's King on his blackened  throne
In the Land of Mordor  Where The Shadows call their home

One Riff to rule them all
One Riff to find them
One Riff to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the Land of Mordor where The Shadows lie
They play eternal
Metal that never dies