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Mother! Mother! Tell me again

Of the grand things destined.

Shall I be the greatest in the land?

Valar! Valar! I will go east

To slay our dark foe without you,

No need. I will succeed.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,

And we will shut you out,

And not even the echo,

Not even the echo

Of your cry we shall hear.

And through the scrapes

And the folly, here

I let myself be praised.

And where but to Hell's

Gates has led me

Ahead of my host.

I'll do it myself.

Here at your doors I call!

I'll fight you alone here.

Here I stand! No friends,

No help at all. At the end

At least I tried.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,

And we will shut you out,

And not even the echo,

Not even the echo

Of your cry we shall hear.