(©Emyn Muil 2013)

From his high and darkest throne,
he broods his own revenge alone.
Fires, smokes and creepy lands,
orcs arise from his hands.

Master! Master!
ready to serve your dark purpose,
our victory is so close,
thunder rumbles, the fires burn!

Beneath your fortress you create,
the striking force of our hate,
the elves and men cannot resist,
our mighty steel ‘cause you exist.

Dark Lord! Dark Lord!
Ready to fight and die at your side,
against the Valar and the Light,
fire, fumes, blackened sky!

He chanted a song of wizardry,
He yelled curses of treachery.
From Angband,
dark riots rouse the soul!

The whole earth will fall
For the glory of us all
From Angband,
black fumes will blind your eyes!

Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
The clouds gathered, the darkness rise
In Valinor, the Valar cries.

The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
In despair the captives in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn!