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!
