Armament of Matchless Glory (Ar-Pharazôn) Lyrics

Hearken to the King and conqueror of Earth

Wielding a great scepter shining like the sun

To command his strongholds bordering the sea

Inspiring fear and tribute from these lesser Men

A black tower rises and armies march from the East

The fell voice of Sauron echoes an ancient hate

Proclaiming himself the true King over Men

So the armies from Numenor march upon the Black Gate

March from the shores, none dare to stand in our way

Your claim to Kingship is but a folly

Behold our power, whose might drives all creatures to flee

Your orcs are faithless cowards before me

So beg for mercy, chained to the throne of the King

Hearing their counsels and their misgivings

The heart of Man, trembles before his own death

And so shall falter, into darkness falling

And yet the Valar so have deceived you

Melkor will make you stronger even than they

Curse they who withhold from you eternal life

So Sauron spoke in his deceitful way

We curse the Valar and their ban from lands undying

We curse the West and all the fruits thereof

Burn the tree Nimloth, dim its light in kindling

And feed its flames with human sacrifice

All efforts in vain knowing their lives still shall end

Nine years they labored, armament of matchless glory

The lies of Sauron aiming his ships toward the West

To claim his birthright of immortality

So for the first time, mortal feet tread upon Aman

And for the last time, Numenor is displumed

Forfeit your kingdoms, trapped for all time by the One

In caves forgotten, until the Day of Doom