Mouth of Sauron - Dead Marshes

Swallowed under these waters, lyes the armies of Ondoher. Dare to look beneath, the candles of corpses.
The battle of Dagorlad
An ancient battlefield of shivers and despair.

Cold and clammy waters sway this land.
A canvas for misery, in which you lye upon. Dreary and wearisome, the dead marshes reflect the suffering in us all.

The last alliance of Mordor eradicates the flesh of Elf and Man. Perishing in defeat, the armies of middle earth shall rise again.

Diseased and rotting, this scent lingers.
Eyes glowing, seeing into me.
Drag me under, reveal the darkness.
Cast me down, into the water.

Don't follow the lights.

The war of the ring.
Dawn, on the first of March.
We lye cold and speechless among the dead.

the Black Rider draws near, Nazguls screetching.
We flee onward this wretched journey, to destroy the ring.