Verse 1: In the valley deep where shadows loom, Once stood a city, untouched by doom. Minas Ithil, in silver light, A beacon shining through the night. But darkness crept from Mordor’s gate, A tide of evil, a twisted fate. The Witch-King came with iron will, To break the tower upon the hill. Chorus: Minas Ithil, lost in the night, Fell to the darkness, lost all its light. From silver walls to shadows cruel, Minas Ithil became Minas Morgul. Verse 2: The stars above began to fade, As Sauron’s curse upon it laid. The moonlit stones now turned to black, No hope remained, no turning back. The gates were torn, the walls defiled, The Nazgûl laughed, the Dark Lord smiled. The tower that once held starlight clear, Now echoes screams of endless fear. Chorus: Minas Ithil, lost in the night, Fell to the darkness, lost all its light. From silver walls to shadows cruel, Minas Ithil became Minas Morgul. Bridge: The trees now wither, the river runs foul, Beneath the city, the dead men howl. The Witch-King reigns with poisoned breath, A city reborn in the name of death. The men who stood, now twisted thrall, To serve the darkness, one and all. Verse 3: In the Dead City, the lights now gleam, But they are not what they once did seem. Green fire burns where moonlight shone, The hope of men forever gone. Minas Ithil, a memory pale, A tragic end to a hero’s tale. In shadow’s grasp, it breathes its last, A ghostly echo of the past. Chorus: Minas Ithil, lost in the night, Fell to the darkness, lost all its light. From silver walls to shadows cruel, Minas Ithil became Minas Morgul. Outro: Now all who pass feel chilling dread, For Minas Ithil is long since dead. Minas Morgul stands in its place, A fortress dark, a cursed space. But in its fall, a warning’s told, Of how the brightest can turn so cold. In every shadow, the story’s sung, Of Minas Ithil, when it was young.
