Andúril

Yes! I know now whence I came
Burning, hungry as a flame
All that I touch turns to light
As I flare bright, fuelled by mind
Ash is all I leave behind
O yes, I’m a flame alright

Forging at the furnace edge
Steel for which the ancients bled
Flame of the west

I arrive, and scorching heaven’s gate
I breathe, and scream and cast about
For fuel, I cannot but consume
A cursed incendiary leech
Born to scald and thusly preach
Mourning those on which I feast

Celestial clockwork moves unseen
Betwixt the anvil and thе steel

Into a void all icy stark
Ripping hammer, spitting spark
Temperеd was my beaten heart
Now weary since I did depart

Flame of the west
I am remade
Slaves of dark
Shall flee before my blade

In agony, a fated pyre convulsed
Kindled with a broken writ
A plague to all that feed my wick
Lay with me and be subsumed

Cremate, sublimate, entomb
In ecstasy and grief I plume

Flame of the west
I am remade
Slaves of darkness
Flee before my blade

I am the scourge
Bringer of darkness
For your blood I ceaselessly thirst

Andúril
Presennol a thragwyddol
Mudiant a llonyddwch
Dw i’n yma, arwr a dihiryn
Bydd y boen yn ailadrodd
Bydd y llawenydd yn ailadrodd
Wele y dyn, bendigedig a melltigedig