Ulmo's Voice - Ainur

Arise from sleep, although the night is meek

And calm the breath of Earth below the stars

Into the space where thoughts and visions speak

Where desire smoulders and disquiet jars

You Turgon, whom the Elves have called the Wise

Oh, hear the secret voice and heed its call

A superb city on a hill will rise

In mourning and destruction

It will fall

O Finrod, in the caves

Beneath the hills

The form of your desire

Will grow alive

To feed the triumph

Of the flam that kills

And no shadow

Of glory shall survive

The subtle spctre of distress draws near

Awakening the siege of obscure fear