Black Númenórean Lyrics

Down in the ground
a vicious thrumming
starts to pound
enraptured martyrs
tie their wills
lashed to the mainsails
set adrift
and sailing still

one was built
not in three days
forecastle
pounding the white caps

his will
thrust in those waves
expired
upon its black shores

now in Carn Dûm
amongst his kinsmen
and his thralls
he starts to belch forth
blackened words
foretelling of war
on the prow
it's burning still

black
words
spells of his wrath
unbound
by earthly law

ablaze
the sails
in the night sky
conform
now to his gaze