Gil-Galad
June 30th,2002, 02:21 PM
A Deamon of Terror from anceint days
Who was corrupted by an evil god
They left the light, fled to the dark
And never looked back
Creatures of fire and darkness
With wings to blot out the light around them
A sword and whip of flame in their hands
They commanded the forces of Melkor
Helping to blot out the light in middle earth
They beat back ulgulliot
And saved their evil master
In the war of wrath
They fought the force of Valinor
But in the end they lost
And were forced to flea
One was awakened in the black pit
When the dwarves went to deep
He wreked their kingdom
Killed their leader
And made them flea
It was awakened one more time
When nine came into its halls
It was beaten down by a wizard
And forced to leave the mortal plane
Who was corrupted by an evil god
They left the light, fled to the dark
And never looked back
Creatures of fire and darkness
With wings to blot out the light around them
A sword and whip of flame in their hands
They commanded the forces of Melkor
Helping to blot out the light in middle earth
They beat back ulgulliot
And saved their evil master
In the war of wrath
They fought the force of Valinor
But in the end they lost
And were forced to flea
One was awakened in the black pit
When the dwarves went to deep
He wreked their kingdom
Killed their leader
And made them flea
It was awakened one more time
When nine came into its halls
It was beaten down by a wizard
And forced to leave the mortal plane