Sauron's Wrath
Written by: Oerath Windsoul
Enough spears to blacken the sun
The orcs march forward, bringing dark clouds with them
Lightning bolts continue to strike the blood red horizon
The ancient evil has finally awakened
To lay claim upon these sacred lands
To leave nothing in his wake, but ash and charred bones
Though he could hold so much more power in his hands
But he's missing something, he's seeking for it
A ring of power, that would complete his rule once and for all
His dark riders on their rotten steeds pass through every town
While his black winged beasts and their masters continue
To observe the landscapes from high above
Men, who ride these foul beings, were once kings
Now they're nothing, but dreadful shadows
Enslaved spirits; reduced to hideous forms..
Still bearing their bloodied mortal crowns..
Many have formed an alliance with him
To spare their pitiful and weak lives; to not be consumed by darkness and flame
But he sees life in a very different way, through his eyes that are so dim
And full of such malevolence, that even the night bows down to him in shame
He was once the most trusted servant of Morgoth, the Dark One
Who strived to rule all of Beleriand with an iron fist
But they do not call the land by that name anymore, those times are long gone
And Morgoth rules no more, for his reign faced it's end...
When the others of his kind decided to interfere
The Valar they're called, and they live in a far distant land, protected by vast oceans and endless mist
But this time, it's up to the free people of Middle-Earth
That's the name this land goes by these days, these days so dark and pale
To prevent our world from being conquered, we all must be ready to fight 'till the last breath
And if it's death, who we shall meet, then so shall it be
Though I believe that the righteous should always prevail
From across the land, he seeks for the One Ring
From Mordor, his orcs ride forth on their war wargs
In the sky, see giant shadows with scaly wings
On the roads you tread, you may cross paths with one of his ringwraiths
One of the Nazgul, mortal kings of old, who move ever so quietly
Just like the whispering wind.. Ready to break you and your dreams
There's no escape in this land, which is full of wounds and scars
You can't find a hiding place from under this sky and it's cold nightstars
So.. Who is it..
Who dares to defy his rule and his wrath
Who truly carries the ring of power
That fact is unknown to him
He whose thoughts are dark; and whose intentions are not good
Atop a most evil and unholy tower
He stands on it's highest rim
Wearing a draconic battle-armor, a two-handed mace firmly resting in his hands
He's ready to announce the final command: 'Death to all, who would oppose my eternally dark rule!'
'For Sauron is my name!
And upon these lands I lay claim!
I shall cast my wrath upon you all; the undying flame
Which will burn you alive and devour on your very remains
And the grounds of this world shall be stained
The sky shall be painted
With your blood
I answer to none, but you all shall answer to me
So it shall come to be
For I am equally as powerful as a god!'
Namarie,
