An old ranger went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he smoked as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of fellbeasts he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

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Their eyes were still on fire and their fangs were made of steel
Their wings were resined leather and their black breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ringwraiths in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their faces veiled in mist
He's riding hard to catch that ring, but he ain't caught it yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever out from Minas Morgul's gate
On horses snorting shadow
As they ride on hear their cry...

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ringwraiths on the roads

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As the riders loped on by him, Strider heard one call his name:
If you want to save the West from hell a-riding in Mordor,
Then ranger, change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the One Ring, across all Middle-Earth

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghostriders in the sky
Ash nazg gimbatul...
Nazgûl on the roads