Might and Glory - Summoning

Rivers of fire at dead of night

In winter lying cold and white

Upon the plain burst forth and high

The red was mirrored in the sky

From Hithlum’s walls they saw the fire

The steam and smoke in spire on spire

Leap up, till in confusions vast

The stars were choked, and so it passed

There trumpets sang both long and loud

And challenge rang unto the cloud

That lay on Morgoth’s northern tower

While Morgoth redeemed for his hour

Might and glory flowing for a changing dawn

Ancient power reveals from an iron crown

Clear and cold and shining so far and bright

Crush the world in one clash of your blinding light