Come to me lady of a foreign shore

to pass on your knowledge to me,

interrupt these peacefull lands with your odem of pestilence

Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight,

the depths of Avathar.



Your odem goes down the green rivers and

high up to the blue skies, to the wide open forests and

mountains so high, far away to the unknown and

at last to destroy the two trees of life on

the hills of Ezellohar...



So high my throne, so cold as ice

it makes my blue eyes turn red

and this red covers my stronghold Angband

as a shadow fog to keep it unseen...

The Silmaril now covers my crown



Keep away Ungolianth...