In His Thraldom I shall Ride Again,
Wingskins I shall Dawn from Beastial Remains.
His Light For Ages we preserved inside these Bloodstained Walls,
I shall bring back from the Mountain Slopes when the Night Falls
Hardened through Hatred, Swords shall tonight become our Hands,
Soon his Light shall spread through all of the Human Lands
Grim Shuns through Warpaint over my Sons’ Faces,
With Bare Fists we shall bring down the Fort Walls of the Holy Races
Urukhai and Foul Beasts Alike take their Lives Oath,
Tonight as We Await the Return of our Savior, Margoth!
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