n[Eowyn:]nCurse you foul beast!nSurrender or face my bladenCurse you foul beast!nYour armies will meet their fatenAgainst your hordes until they fallnHeroes of Rohan ride to last breathnOf your orcs and your trollsnThis is their deathnn[Witch-king:]nFool of a mannDo not try to tempt menMortal powers of yoursnAre not nearly enoughnMy blessing so cruelnWill be your doomnFar beyond is the dawnnOf my deathnn[Eowyn:]nCurse you foul beast!nPast are the years of the griefnCurse you foul beast!nThe end is to come for the One RingnYour abyssic eyes fooled your mindnI'm no man, that I can tellnFeel my sword the time is to dienMaid of Rohan will break thy spellnn[Witch-king:]nBe damned vile beingnEnchantment of the agesnVanquished and gonenNow my spirit flies freenBrief moment I'll seenThe most beautiful spark of the lightnTo eternal damnationnMy soul shall fleennCan't you see the eve of your defeatnCan't you see when your enemynCrumbles down the walls of yoursnSlays the reign and takes your thronennWitch-king of Angmar, DwimmerlaiknWarlord from the North came and tried tonFight with the heir of Eorl's tribenBy the daughter of Rohan he diednnNew day without the fearnGone are the tearsnNo more guarding the skiesnWords of hope without the liesnn