Marching to the end Flying t'wards their deaths A host of mortal men An army now condemned With fire in the sky Death rains from on high Black serpents, fell on wing Ancalagon turns the tide The land breaks beneath The might of Morgoth's beasts The gods cannot withstand The horrors unleashed by his hand No more will evil dwell in the caverns of the world All terror will flee before the glory now unfurled Bright lights will shine again, revealing what was lost The world made whole again; but at almighty cost