When Gareth’s holy sword did flash on high
When Zhengyi’s form was shattered.
A blackened flame of detritus
His corporeal form a’tattered.
When did victory’s claim ring loudly
When did hearts of hope swollen pride
Rejoice brave men, at Gareth’s blow
The pieces of Zhengyi flung wide.
But you cannot kill what is not alive
You cannot strike a notion
You cannot smite with force of arm
The magic of dark devotion.
Thus Gareth’s sword did undo
The physical, the corporeal shattered.
The Witch-King focus was denied
The magical essence scattered.
So harken you children to Mother’s words
Walk straight to Father, follow.
For a piece of Zhengyi watches you
In dark Wilderness’s hollow.