Might and Glory

Rivers of fire at dead of night
In winter lying cold and white
Upon the plain burst forth and high
The red was mirrored in the sky
From Hithlum’s walls they saw the fire
The steam and smoke in spire on spire
Leap up, till in confusions vast
The stars were choked, and so it passed
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