Paroles de The War Of Wrath

The northern winds Of baneful colds Forever night Of northern lights In the Elder Days Margoth's realm in Northern Waste Great threat to Arda's child The War of Wrath it to become Centuries of forlorn fight Last hope, the aid divine Guardian of the world Gods of justice and light Came and defeated the one The master of disharmony All ablaze by the glory of their arms Swell of the trumpets filled the sky Morgoth banished from the Middle-earth His reign, never shall rise again In the Elder Days Morgoth's realm in Northern Waste Only ruin from the ancient times By the battle of the Gods