The War of Wrath - Battlelore

The northern winds

Of baneful colds

Forever night

Of northern lights

In the Elder Days

Morgoth’s realm in Northern Waste

Great threat to Arda’s child

The War of Wrath is to become

Centuries of forlorn fight

Last hope, the aid divine

Guardian of the world

Gods of justice and light

Came and defeated the one

The master of disharmony

All ablaze by the glory of their arms

Swell of the trumpets filled the sky

Morgoth banished from the Middle-earth

His reign, never shall rise again

In the Elder Days

Morgoth’s realm in Northern Waste

Only ruin from the ancient times

By the battle of the Gods