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Marching to the end

Flying t’wards their deaths

A host of mortal men

An army now condemned

With fire in the sky

Death rains from on high

Black serpents, fell on wing

Ancalagon turns the tide

The land breaks beneath

The might of Morgoth’s beasts

The gods cannot withstand

The horrors unleashed by his hand

No more will evil dwell in the caverns of the world

All terror will flee before the glory now unfurled

Bright lights will shine again, revealing what was lost

The world made whole again; but at almighty cost