Chronicles of Norsŭl
"Where is he?
Where is my son, Farlistilon?"
the Dragon King set free.
"He is with us!" from the iron knights of Norsŭl
"In our hearts, he leads."
"You must think yourself clever,"
Norgoroth laughed,
"Prepare to burn in hell--forever!"
Fire cracked from the ground around the temple,
immolating the dark armies and the dead.
Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the shroud above,
a chilled wind sighed
from the temple, and formed a path
from which sprang forth the monstrous Prince.
"Father, now is the time to end your wrath."