Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
Upon the plain burst forth, and high.
The red was mirrored
in the sky.
From Hitblum's walls they saw the fire,
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Leap up, till in confusion
The stars were choked. And so it past
There trumpets sang both long and loud,
And challenge rang unto the
That lay on Morgoth's northem tower,
While Morgoth waits for his hour.
Might and glory flaming for changing
Ancient power revealed of an iron crown
Clear and cold and shining so far and bright
Crush the world in one clash of
your binding light