MINAS TIRITH SUNRISE to the tune of TEQUILA SUNRISE by The Eagles (The Witch-king of Angmar) Saturday, January 1, 2000 by William H. Hsu It's a Minas Tirith sunrise As we first break down the gates I heft my mace Here's a powerless old fool Standing in my way clothed all in white A fool I'll smite Flyin' high o'er the Tow'r of Guard Denethor and son will soon be charred And Gondor's stronghold marred Here's a feisty blond swordmaiden Poised before the body of her kin I'll do her in Something stabbed me in the leg Though you know I fear no living man I just can't stand It's a Minas Tirith sunrise The living world just seems to fade As I'm unmade