Come to me, my lady of foreign
To pass on your knowledge to me
Interrupt these peaceful lands
With your odem of pestilence

Your lifeform is living in the deepest twilight
The depths of Avathar
Your odem goes down the green rivers
And high towards blue skies

So high my throne, so cold as ice
It makes my blue eyes turn red
And this red covers my stronghold, Angband
As a shadow fog to keep it unseen
The Silmaril now covers my crown

Your odem goes down the green rivers
And high up to blue skies
To wide open forests and mountains so high

Far away to the unknown
And at last to destroy the two trees of life
On the hills of Ezellohar
So high my throne, so cold as ice

Come to me, my lady of foreign shores, to pass
To pass your knowledge
To interrupt these peaceful lands