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|Might Und Glory
Rivers of fire, the dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
Upon 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 spire
Leap up, till in confusion vast
The stars were choked. And so it past
There trumpets sang both long and loud,
And challenge rang unto the cloud
That lay on Morgoth's northern tower,
While Morgoth redeemed for his hour.
Might and glory flowing for a changing dawn
Ancient power reveals from an iron crown
Clear and cold and shining so far and bright
Crush the world in one clash of your blinding light
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