The War Of Wrath Lyrics - 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