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We cannot fight this war,

Morgoth is lord of all

His darkness conquers all

And his blade is sharp and strong

We hide underground,

Like dwarves eternally bound

To delve into the deep

No rule without his crown

Who is this man?

What power does he have?

No blood ties to this land

Just a ‘gift’ that ensures his end

No help from Thingol’s glade

The Sindar will bring no aid

Just claims that they were betrayed

But no kin have been slain

Hear now, the words of Fëanor

‘Brood of Morgoth or bright Vala

Elda, Maia or Aftercomer

Be he fair friend or unclean foe

Dread nor danger nor Doom itself

Shall save a man or elf

Who keepeth a Silmaril

Death will deal him a fate most ill’

Do not fear his darkened world

The mighty jewels will be ours by the fold

Our oath cannot be restrained

Morgoth will fall by Noldorin blade