The Shadow of Morgoth

Circling above the battlefield
Upon my draconian steed
Black wings beating a storm
Through the howling winds I ride.

Surveying the war below
Through eyes of serpent gold
Followers dying and screaming in great
Lakes of blood.

I soar above the hordes
I am greater than all races
They are born only to live, serve and die in my name.

It's the first word they utter as they are brought into the world
And the final word they scream as they are slain and taken.

I carry a sword forged in the pits of the abyss
I reside in the depths of the great mountains
Angband I call it, the fortress of terror and evil things unknown
To all but me and those who serve me well.

Upon my brow I wear the great crown of iron
Bejeweled with the three magnificent gems
Kept from me for aeons by enemies held unjustly
But I have claimed it back and my power is unrivalled
The accursed races of light whom I battle
May be strong, but still no match for me.

I slaughter their pathetic kings
I take their lives and souls
Tortured into submission
For my own pleasure.

But still they fight on the battlefield
Foolish, weak mortals
All fall to their knees before me in the end.

BEHOLD, FEAR AND TREMBLE BEFORE THE SHADOW OF MORGOTH!