Come to me lady of a foreign shore
   to pass on your knowledge to me,
   interrupt these peacefull lands with your odem of pestilence
   Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight,
   the depths of Avathar.
   Your odem goes down the green rivers and
   high up to the blue skies,to the wide open forests and
   mountains so high,far away to the unknown and
   at last to destroy the two trees of life on
   the hills of Ezellohar...
   So high my throne,so cold as ice
   it makes my blue eyes turn red
   and this red covers my stronghold Angband
   as a shadow fog to keep it unseen...
   The Silmaril now covers my crown
   Keep away Ungolianth...