Morgoth's Prophecy

Sit there and look down at the lands
Where evil shall descend
Upon your living flesh and blood
From now unto the end
Never move from this place
Until all is fulfilled
And the final tale is told
And your spirit is killed
And with my own eyes you shall see
With my ears you shall hear
So curse the gift that you receive
Until your days are sere
The westering sun
Has gone beyond the mountains
Greyness and silence
Have covered all the world
And the forlorn one
Is now eternally alone