Distant still the thunder rumbles
Of hooves that onward onward come.
Quivers, quails the blighted ground
Of darkened land ‘neath darkened sky.
Forth to courage, forth to death,
Forth the blinding brilliant spears
Long beneath defiling feet
Of foul and fetid orcish boots,
That covered all in reek and ruin,
Smothered smoke that thick now lies
To hide the face of moon and sun,
In vile stench of dragon’s breath.
Now fearful answer dreadful spears,
The shaking force of Morgoth’s might,
Dark the sunken fortress rumbles
Low the drums of fortress grim,
That growls defiant doom and death
And shrinks away from growing light
In fury on the shadowed dust,
Splinter then the clashing spears
As thunders now the warring sky,
Drowning sound of battle cries.
With clash of wyrm and shining star
Black of night and morning bright
“Forth” then cry the wrathful lords,
Of host of golden Elves and gods
And rend beneath them land and sea,
Before their vengeful holy strife,
Against Constrainer and his chains,
Forth the brilliant blinding spears
