Lost Tales (The War of Wrath)

The War of Wrath has come ruins dull under the sun revenge of the Elven high Dragon slayer Tuor's son Sails raised high and proud cries of battle have sound the grand Mountains tremble Ancalagon's death shakes the ground Glorfindel's steel shines bright bane of the Balrog in the light standing tall in the mists fell the demon with true might the War of Wrath rages on story told in longing song banish Morgoth from the land reclaim the earth where they belong blood runs deep across the stone veil of smoke from burning tome clash of kin and mighty monsters aid from Aman they're not alone Victory is won but bittersweet the survivors in shadow meet taking refuge in ships and vallyes new home of Numenor soon complete the tale is told to the elven-kin a tragedy but yet they still win so the young may not forget the treachery of those within betrayal by the Thim-Dullins blood against blood in the halls sun choked by the acrid smoke the story told for time all Victory is won but bittersweet the survivors in shadow meet taking refuge in ships and vallyes new home of Numenor soon complete the tale is told to the elven-kin a tragedy but yet they still win so the young may not forget the treachery of those within betrayal by the Thim-Dullins blood against blood in the halls sun choked by the acrid smoke the story told for time all the War of Wrath rages on story told in longing song