Twisted fire in dungeons sleep
And through the darkness tendrils creep
Through the ages and all time
Evil monster and shadow mime
At breath of whom all shall die
Ranging through both cloud and sky
And through the earth so deep and cold
Into places yet untold
Life corrupter and master flame
For your lord you hold claim
On this land so green and lush
From it life, he will brush
From the void he doth see
Through earth and bone and sky and sea
And you alone of demon breed
Took to heart his evil creed
Shadow spawn and tooth of doom
Dark flames do about you loom
Forged by Morgoth great and dark
Eyes of whom freeze all stark
Against the light of western shore
Where your vision cannot bore
But here in deep of cave and hole
You can reap a greater tole
On the light of sun above
Flying like a golden dove
Where once your destruction ranged on high
And to the Valar did Eldar cry
As you broke both tower and man
At the front you rode as van
As forefront guard to death and blood
Mixed with water and murky mud
Of Sirion great in legends old
Now lost from earth in tales untold
Not dwarf or man or elf alone
Could stop your smashing of skull and bone
Twisted fire in tendrils flail
Before them mortals fall and quail
Drunk in shadow and destruction
Blasting earth without a caution
Searching out both man or beast as master's wish
For every life to submit or parish
The shadow tendrils creep through stone
And through earth, flesh and broken bone
Demon puppet and master of terror
Dark fire from flesh will surely render
Souls laid out against the earth
So that man does curse your birth
In mist of Ea's thoughts
And forged by Morgoth great and dark
Into monster, to his call you hark
As loyal servants and warriors great
The chiefs of elves you do berate
Or did before the final war
On Earendils's brow the star of lore
Feanor's gem of great renown
Fought the dragon and laid him down
Your kind dispersed or were destroyed
And the light laughed and was overjoyed
At your fall from might to slight
Of strength in all but blackest night
But smoke will rise from Angband again
Of this the Valar may be certain
From void your master will rise once more
And rot the world to its core
With you at his evil side
In the shadows you shall abide
In the end you will not fail
Your wrath with be a fiery gale
To scorch black both rock and man
To power you will rise again
And through the darkness tendrils creep
Through the ages and all time
Evil monster and shadow mime
At breath of whom all shall die
Ranging through both cloud and sky
And through the earth so deep and cold
Into places yet untold
Life corrupter and master flame
For your lord you hold claim
On this land so green and lush
From it life, he will brush
From the void he doth see
Through earth and bone and sky and sea
And you alone of demon breed
Took to heart his evil creed
Shadow spawn and tooth of doom
Dark flames do about you loom
Forged by Morgoth great and dark
Eyes of whom freeze all stark
Against the light of western shore
Where your vision cannot bore
But here in deep of cave and hole
You can reap a greater tole
On the light of sun above
Flying like a golden dove
Where once your destruction ranged on high
And to the Valar did Eldar cry
As you broke both tower and man
At the front you rode as van
As forefront guard to death and blood
Mixed with water and murky mud
Of Sirion great in legends old
Now lost from earth in tales untold
Not dwarf or man or elf alone
Could stop your smashing of skull and bone
Twisted fire in tendrils flail
Before them mortals fall and quail
Drunk in shadow and destruction
Blasting earth without a caution
Searching out both man or beast as master's wish
For every life to submit or parish
The shadow tendrils creep through stone
And through earth, flesh and broken bone
Demon puppet and master of terror
Dark fire from flesh will surely render
Souls laid out against the earth
So that man does curse your birth
In mist of Ea's thoughts
And forged by Morgoth great and dark
Into monster, to his call you hark
As loyal servants and warriors great
The chiefs of elves you do berate
Or did before the final war
On Earendils's brow the star of lore
Feanor's gem of great renown
Fought the dragon and laid him down
Your kind dispersed or were destroyed
And the light laughed and was overjoyed
At your fall from might to slight
Of strength in all but blackest night
But smoke will rise from Angband again
Of this the Valar may be certain
From void your master will rise once more
And rot the world to its core
With you at his evil side
In the shadows you shall abide
In the end you will not fail
Your wrath with be a fiery gale
To scorch black both rock and man
To power you will rise again