(©Black Jade 2005)</p>

Dusty, dry and pale ard-galen lays ahead us<br>
the old country is covered in black ashes</p>

well hidden is our army behind the mighty trees<br>
full bushes protect us from the sight of our enemies</p>

dump the hammers roar in angbands caves<br>
like black mountains the towers of thangorodrim rise into the sky<br>
the three towers reach high over the clouds of the old world<br>
ugly the fires grinning in ice-cold height into vardas face</p>

rotten smell of rotten flesh<br>
sulphur smell of volcano stones<br>
sharp smoke of burned bones<br>
ashes and dust on my skin</p>

the besieging lasts already many winters<br>
but morgoth and his servants are out of our sights</p>

the shadow won’t fall any longer<br>
soon the allied break at thangorodrim<br>
100000 souls, men, elves and dwarves go their last way<br>
with blank swords and sharp eyes will angband fall</p>

taking by storm the great step, throw melkor from his iron throne<br>
the orks are beaten, loud echoes our horn<br>
the black ashes mixed with warm blood<br>
but this does not take our guts</p>

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