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 Hitblums walls they saw the fire, The steam and smoke in spire on spire Leap up, till in confusion vast The stars were choked. And so it past There trumpets sang both long and loud, And challenge rang unto the cloud That lay on Morgoths northem tower, While Morgoth waits for his hour. Might and glory flaming for changing dawn 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
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 21:56:33 +0000