Nan iChîr Gelair Mordor
Ivab gelebren
i achortha ivorn
Tridaeol chith efuin
Achared
di 'weriennin anann
Erio o thelaith gurth
Edwenno o gwath
Trî laich
puigadol dagor
Nathadhir edwegennin
i naudhir edhil
Nu nam nín
Natha Tognir inAinn
i'Warth, dangarnen
Ochedin Valannor
An adleithad
nor edúath
Ah an noded rammas
enArdhon
Mi chand eMorchir
Natha le calad arphígad
Nin gostatha gwaith
ban a gellatha

I am The Bright Lord of Mordor.
The silver hand that drives back the darkness,
Reaching through the fog of night,
To avenge those long betrayed.
Arise from fields of death,
And march forth from the shadow,
Through the purifying flames of war,
You who were once eldar shall be reforged.
Beneath my hammer,
The Bringer of Gifts, the Betrayer shall be un-made,
I renounce the Blessed Realm.
To redeem the Land of Shadow.
And bind the walls of Arda,
In place of the Dark Lord,
You shall have light undiminished,
All shall fear me and rejoice.