Foul tarnished Thou, marked by the flame of ambition Tremble now with fear Someone must extinguish thy flame Thy will is thine own Tremble now with fear For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee To put out thy little flame Foul Foul Have it writ upon thy meagre grave Felled by King Morgoth, last of all kings Thy will is thine own Tremble now with fear For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee To put out thy little flame