Ferngurth, my devoted,
Thou shouldst make haste south,
to the lands of the Bree-hills.
My tool of sight has landed upon Eriador.
The Morgoth blazes in the East.
The Angmarim Reign shall thrive in the West.
I sign thee to operate in silence, until my arrival.
Whence you may return to the North.
Thither are affairs o’mine in the lands of the Elves.
‘mongst the living shall the dead king walk.
As players they shall enter Angmar’s stage.
while the puppeteer holds the strings.
Hail the Morgoth on his throne!
- Silver-tongue
