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 Hitblum's walls they saw the fire,
the steam and smoke in spire on spire
leap up, till in confusion vast
the stars were choked. And so it past

There [bad word] sang both long and loud,
and challenge rang unto the cloud
that lay on Morgoth's northem tower,
while Morgoth waits for his hour.