Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake
on stony bed, never, till the sun fails
and the moon is dead.

In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land

[1]
When the winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
it is evil in the wild to fare.

[repeat 2 first lines of the verse]

To lay down my will upon the Land, Lugbûrz

No sound disturbs this place of blackened souls
This winter walls of stone and ice behold thy might
Again I'm kneeling down to hear these strange tunes of war
Night, oh beloved night, your wisdom floats into my mind,
and forms my thoughts of Middle-Earth
to build up a new mighty empire

[Repeat 1]