From his high and darkest throne He broods his own revenge alone Fires, smokes and creepy lands Orcs arise from his hands Master! Master Ready to serve your dark purpose Our victory is so close Thunder rumbles, the fires burn Beneath your fortress you create The striking force of our hate The elves and men cannot resist Our mighty steel 'cause you exist Dark Lord! Dark Lord Ready to fight and die at your side Against the Valar and the Light Fire, fumes, blackened sky He chanted a song of wizardry He yelled curses of treachery From Angband Dark riots rouse the soul The whole earth will fall For the glory of us all From Angband Black fumes will blind your eyes! Beyond the western world, on sand On sand of pearls in Elvenland The clouds gathered, the darkness rise In Valinor, the Valar cries The wolf howls. The ravens flee The ice mutters in the mouths of sea In despair the captives in Angband mourn Thunder rumbles, the fires burn