War of Wrath, War of Ruin

Marching to the end
Flying t'wards their deaths
A host of mortal men
An army now condemned

With fire in the sky
Death rains from on high
Black serpents, fell on wing
Ancalagon turns the tide

The land breaks beneath
The might of Morgoth's beasts
The gods cannot withstand
The horrors unleashed by his hand

No more will evil dwell in the caverns of the world
All terror will flee before the glory now unfurled
Bright lights will shine again, revealing what was lost
The world made whole again; but at almighty cost