Zaimus - Nine Riders Of Black Sorcery

Dark is the night, with freezing wind
Phantoms of dismay ridding with pain
Fear is the way to give them the strength
To harm the one who's running in the night

Disguised as riders clad in black
Their terrible cries cause terror and despair
They're haunting the hobbits through Shire and woods
Domination of One, through the power of Ring

Nazgûls - Ringwraiths
Sauron's most terrible serfs
Darkness crawls with them
Cries and screams - Voices of death
In the night full of dismay
They cried with the voices of death Spreading fear, causing nightmare
Risen from Mountain of Fire

The effects of the Black Breath freezing the soul
Black sorcery of Nazgul Lord
Controls the eight to spread dismay
To find the ring, they will obey

They are neither dead nor alive
Flight on fell beast, screams in the sky
Red eyes are looking down on ground
Searching to find most unsafe one
Mighty kings they were
Three of the nine Numeneor lords
And they've became forever damned
Save to him that wore the Ring