From the fires of the future he was made
And the evils of his friends now his slaves
His eyes so bright as pollished steel
The spirit of men that he will steal
The lives so fragile, gone so soon
Eru's song was a merry tune
But joy was stilled when the mould was broken
Evil was formed in words Morgoth has spoken
Tactics to destroy what has always been good
As Manwë's tears cry the world\'s salty flood
