1. After Dagor Bragollah
The shady bane of lonely autumn nights,
A wound that never heals but ever bites.
And poison of this grief corrodes my soul.
Whom as a brother I am calling now,
Where from did come this joy mixed with the malice,
When side by side to you, as allied warriors,
At opening gates I face the Foe?
Beyond the verge of dream or raving madness
We'll meet the victory's irreparable greatness,
The road, leading through the deadly haze,
Where Sword of Dark is raised for a blow,
And both damns like two great flaming flows,
Will collide - and will die with no trace.
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