Rivers of fire at dead of nightin winter lying cold and whiteupon the plain burst forth, and high.the red was mirrored in the sky.From Hitblum's walls they saw the fire,the steam and smoke in spire on spireleap up, till in confusion vastthe stars were choked. And so it pastRefrainThere trumpets sang both long and loud,and challenge rang unto the cloudthat lay on Morgoth's northem tower,while Morgoth waits for his hour.ChoirMight and glory flaming for changing dawnAncient power revealed of an iron crownClear and cold and shining so far and brightCrush the world in one clash of your binding light