(ęKludde 2002)

Beyond the shadows
Of Cirith Ungol
Where the filthy air
Feebles your mind
A foul stench within the Unlight
Torech Ungol,
The pass to Mordor

Spawn of Ungoliant
With wisdom of the ages
Weaving your web of Unlight
Poison them in your steel claws

Feared by all
Revenous destroyer
Of life and light

In her lair she has dwelt in spiderform
Before the Dark Lord casted it's shadow
Of elves and men she drank the blood
All that lives will be devoured
Being with a hateful fire in her eyes
Never again to face the dreadful light

The Watcher
The Great

Last child of Ungoliant
To trouble the unhappy world