O foulest of fates, come
O darkest of dooms come
Let not my aged soul wait
Strange creature of the dark
With destruction, it doth sate
A hunger for darkness forgotten
Black devil from fire begotten
Think not to pass now, hark
If thou art death then welcome
But from friends dear, be gone
Whisper not of fear, I have none
For with faith and love I do shun
Thy terror and nightmares to come
With light I struck its foul soul
To the abyss with screams, it fell
Yet fates designed not its death
And my heal with fire was stricken
To the abyss with screams, we fell
Striking enraged fire, I began to fall
Down, down, down till each breath
With poisoned ashes was laden
Death with each blow I delivered
Death with each blow I received
Steel with fire brutally danced
Till night with death waned
And day with light waxed
When once I was, Gandalf the grey.
White, I emerged, from the fray.