-the physical realm beckoned softly as my reign became a shadow. Terrible but potent, only to be blown away by a great wind.
Crafted within Eru Iluvatar.
Home to the elves and men.
Hear the music of Anuir,
As Melkor ensnared my name.
-Ages of the prevailed, descending to Arda.
Quenching the lust for darkness.
Towers fall, chaos will rise.
Slashing the symmetry of the world.
Impaling in the life of Endor, rises the seas.
Hell arises beyond the Mountains.
Consuming the War of Wrath.
Children shall come in this age, and the firstborn will walk under the stars.
A haunting mist encases the Land of the Sun. Sparing none to my dominion, I shatter the skulls to govern thy reign.
Four decades of war beyond Sirion.
The stench of Orc and burning flesh, coating this pa**age. Mortifying the lands in which we sway.
The abhorred and the abominable.
Only the dead see an end to war.
-The finality of thy reign, only laid to a calm.
For I shall reveal once more, the howls of my power. As the second age unveils, a war will begin anew.
The war of the ring.
Ringwraiths, Sauromon, armies of Gorgoroth. My rise to power grants the plaguing winds of obsession.