Sauron Undefeated


Sweep into the meadow
Into field and fen
Bringing fire and darkness
To the world of Men

In the Tower of Barad-dur
They say there dwells the Eye
All-perceiving, all-consuming
And we are its slaves.

In the fairest morning
Our smoke blots out the sun
In the blood of mortal men
Our songs still run.

Where is the Elven music
From the world's bright Age?
Shattered and forgotten
In a time of rage.

Trophies shall we claim
From craven and from brave
Heartstrings into bowstrings
With no-one left to save.

On the wounded mountain
In the burning wood
Who is now their hero
In the cause of good?

- Varda