I.
To the doors I have come
to challenge my doom.
For Morgoth is not a name
but a curse!
Farewell I say to those that
remain, for I won’t be with them
at the dawning of today.
For Morgoth is not a name
but a curse!
As a seeker of revenge
I have come,
for Morgoth is not a name
but a curse!

II.
She has come
Fairest among Eldar
What shall I do
When she knocks on my doors?
For she has come
Fairest among Eldar
Alone I stand among Valar
To know the feeling fear
For she has come
Fairest of Eldar
Face her I shall
And decide the fate of the world
For she has come
Fairest of Eldar.

What is there to say?
A mind focused and still clouded in thoughts
A tongue fast as the tongue of a serpent
Eyes burning like eternal flames
Hair as black as darkness itself
Beautiful as the nordic night
Skin as smooth as new fallen snow
With heart of ice and voice of the wind
Lips as soft as whispers of the forest.

III.
Until this day I did not
know the bliss of breathing.
It is only now that I recognize
the song of my heart beating.
I know this is the last hour,
this is the doom and the revenge,
may this be the day that
the Dark Vala will fail!

The Darkness is evading my summons!
Should I call you a coward,
a beast, a fault?
Is it that to fight I have to
unleash to you my thoughts?
Killer of the light!
Bringer of despair!
You’re the answer of my prayers:
come and fight and leave me dead!

IV.
So she speaks with pride in her voice
Among Valar the only one to know fear I am
Still, I do not fear her, something else I be
Her voice, her eyes, her words
They pierce the dark clouds of my mind
They reveal my deepest thoughts
Tremble I do, every time she is near
When I her breathing can hear
She has the beauty of the night
Still she flees it and wishes only light
Embrace your dark side, embrace your divine
Give yourself to me, your heart, your hand, your flesh
your blood, your thoughts, your soul.

Or be you weak? In soul as well as flesh?
Your eyes betray you, I behold the crimson beneath
Your mind like a twisting nether
Your body like swirling chaos
You will not be free, nor will you die
There is but one way out
Embrace the darkness
The pain you feel is nothing
Compared to the pleasures I hide
So, if you want to find release
Surrender thy flesh and thy soul.

V.
Willing I am to pierce my flesh
with my own sword.
Willing I am to forget the songs,
the music, the lore.
But Arda will unmake itself again
and Eru will sing again among his children
before a high elf strays for the dark
willingly and believing.
You have no words for me to hear!
You have no voice to make me plead!
Come into the plain or else
I shall stay here and die from pride.

VI.
The pain is growing
Memories of deeds in the past
Hurt like carving dagger
Like gnawing wyrm
Like boiling blood
The knowledge, you would rather
Drain yourself of all life
than fall for my might
Burns like a thousand suns
I will not lose thee now
Not when you are so near
Fall from me and torment
Shall be your reward
For I am among Valar
And greatest of Ainur
To flee from me
Is to flee from time.

VII.
I do not fear the chains!
I do not fear the halls
of Angband!
I do not fear the piercing shrieks
or the tortured thralls!
I do fear to flee or to hide.
I do fear the day He asks me
if I took my honour and revenge
and then I’ll be void of words
because Melkor was too coward
to get me slain.

VIII.
To twist your mind
To bend your will
To crush the elven
Essence deep within
Thy soul is strong
Thy mind is shielded
Thy eyes are flaming
Here I stand
Like a jester in a fool's clothes
As you gaze long into the abyss
The abyss also gazes into you
So it has now become
For weary I am of all the toil
To break your barrier has drained me
Elven maiden, strong you be
But time will not help thee
Again the pain shall haunt you
But not more tonight
But not more...tonight....

IX.
I’m an elven lady of the West!
Never forget my name or my quest.
Flee, now, flee...
there will be no rest.
I am the one hunting
your dreams, for you crave
the power I carry in me.
Flee and hide your foul thoughts!
Tomorrow the lady will be here
and with her, will be her words.

X.
Time of pain has come again
Melkor weak from days of toil
Sleep he has gained little of
For so be the world and its life
Always moving, always working
Always building, always awake
Clouded his darkest thoughts be
Not even his self them may find
Elven maiden stands still strong
Dark lord fears battle is lost
Never shall he own her soul
Never shall he feast upon her flesh
Never shall he rejoice and enjoy
The victory won against fairest of elves
For such victory in hour seems far...

XI.
I still pledge my sword
to the commitment I now bear
for in Aman the Valar
have signed my fate on my brow.
To the hallowed despair my
feet have brought me but
this is now far way beyond me.
The Dark Lord is down deep hiding
but I shall hunt him,
and I shall feast on his anguish.

XII.
Greatest among Ainur I was
Part of all gifts I was granted
Powers unimaginable
Mind like Icy Tundras of the north
Heart like Brimstone gates themselves
What matter does it make?
What difference does it do?
None it has this far, none it will
Elven maiden fled from my grip
Tormented and clouded
Vengeance she thirsts for
Anger and lust for revenge
Fear her I do not though
For said it is that none will
For said it is that none shall
For said it is that none has
Ever Melkor struck down
Without help of Valar doomed
So reason to fear I have not
But still I tremble on my throne
Gnawing worries crawling inside
For hearts of Eldar it is I fear
Brave and proud, full of life
That is the gift of the Children
That I fear, for my ultimate fall
Is written in the hearts of Firstborn.

XIII.
I may die tonight
and yet I do not fear it.
The Children of the Light
accept their gift and as such
I cherish mine, for alas!
this is no reason for grief.
Only evil souls regret their wrongs,
only lurking thieves blame
the mighty song.
Do not forget Morgoth
that the one who created you
is also the one you loathe!

XIV.
Elven maiden with words like thunder
Believes she can challenge the might
Believes she can face the eyes of the one
Who has seen the birth and life of the world
But her doom it shall be, so it is said
Though regret it I do, for her soul and flesh
I longed for have for thousands of years
In the core of darkness I have lurked
Waited for her arrival to these lands
And when I finally her have in my grip
Challenges my might she dares to
She will learn to not dare such a deed
Fury of the thunder, Power of the flash
Heat of the sun, Cold of Helcaraxë
Master of elements I am highest of
For my being be Morgoth Bauglir.

XV.
Indeed I was born long after
the creation of that what is.
But I am one of those who have
lived under the Valar and their bliss.
You were banned!
You were exiled!
I was embraced!
I was kissed!
I was taught the lore,
the craft, the power
and I roamed under the trees!
You may be dark, you may
be foul, you may be mightier...
but there is no reason
why I should fear you!

XVI.
Elven maiden proud and strong
Great of power art thou for sure
To dare threaten the Lord of Hate
To dare threaten the King of Terror
To dare threaten the Dark Emperor
Equal to face ancient death itself
For I do not doubt your heart is brave
I do not doubt your sword is sharp
I do not doubt your skill with bow
Though your mind has lost all sense
But if that be your wish then may it be so
Embraced by the dark and consumed
In halls of agony, torment and pain
In halls beyond the Brimstone gates.

XVII.
I may stand alone of all
the Eldar before your throne,
I may be the last to curse
your words and spit thy crown.
And yet, you will never see me bow.
I am not one to be subdued.
If I kneel or if my cheek
touches the earth... then indeed
I’ll know: you won and I am dead.

XVIII.
Whispers from the wind
Echoes from the rain
Screams from the earth
Time marches on and on
Never has it rested
Never does it wait
Leaves you behind
If slow you happen to be
I fear time has left me
For slowly I have acted
Sat upon my throne of agony
Wore the crown of iron
Wielded Hammer of Grond
Now my chance has come
To hasten and catch up
With time that since long
Left me behind to grovel
The task is hard and grim
Even for one of Valar
Elven maiden is my foe
So fragile and weak she seems
But burning with anger
Like that of Fëanor
This time I shall not
Hide in the darkness
No, for once I will battle
And prove the Dark Lord's power
For I am Morgoth Bauglir.

My fortress trembles
The time has come
To face the light
Outside Angband gates
She waits for me now
With blade of old
And fury of Ainur
And alone among Valar
I be, to know fear
And fear I feel now
I behold the gates
The gates of my lair
Outside them awaits
Proudest of Noldor
Of Fingolfin's house
I face the same blood
As I did long ago
Still I wear the scars
Of our last encounter
Nothing has changed
And nothing shall
The blood will fail again
Against mightiest of foes
For I am Morgoth Bauglir.

XIX.
Hear! What is this?
The mountains tremble...
or is it me?
Are these my shudders?
Is this my fear?
Is it me or is the mountain bleeding?
I have been long hours
expecting him to come
and now that the time is here
my mind wanders back home.
To the forging of my sword,
to the choosing of my name,
to the hour I vowed
to fulfil this revenge.
There he comes.
Black as night,
foul as death,
with the voices
of many piercing my ears
in his breath.
He comes full-armoured,
prepared for a mighty foe
for he knows not that
with me there’s only my sword.
A lonely lady at the door,
dooming her doom
and mocking her foe.

XX.
The gates swing open with strength of storms
The ground shakes under my divine being
Long it has been since last I saw the sky
Though longed for it I have not in the halls of darkness
The winds themselves flee from my mere presence
The waters sing their hymn of torment and pain
Elven maiden so brave and strong, finally we again meet
This time there is no mercy from the dark lord
You had the chance of becoming one at my side
Instead you chose the falling way of your kin
Have you not seen that your race is failing?
Have you not heard the songs of sorrow?
Have you not seen the Eldar's tears of blood?
Have you not felt the pain among all of you?
If you indeed have not, then you are less elf now
And now you face the Dark Lord himself
And there’s none at your side for aid in this hour
So be it then, Embrace the darkness
Abandon your people and fail your kin
For you shall fall here, outside gates of Brimstone
I hail thee, Daughter of Fingolfin's house
Child of light, Firstborn on earth, Child of Eru.

XXI.
The light that shone
through my eyes is
the light you shunned
when you cursed
Ilúvatar’s name
in the far-away days.
The pledge I’ve brought
is the one that you took
unto yourself when you left
Aman shores.
These are my words, now tremble.
I am only an elf,
I am only a lady
and yet when the doors
of Angband open and the
Dark Lord approaches,
I become the warrior,
I become the spirit,
I become the revengeful,
the wrathful, the seeker.
I may die tonight...
but lo!
I won’t fail.

Morgoth curses the hour
that I called his wrath upon me.
I am his foe and yet...
he wishes to let me live.
Will you regret to bring my doom?
Do not!
The murderous hand that
caresses me is at the same time
the giver of my gift.

XXII.
The hammer like thunder
Like the mountain itself
Made from galvorn
Same as the blades
That the dark elf made
The blade of the firstborn
Shines like the stars
Sharp as her tongue
Cold as her heart
Forged in ancient days
Let the battle begin
And the stars shall cry
The Eldar will curse
The day their maiden
Challenged the Dark Lord.

XXIII.
Who shall strike the first blow?
Who shall pierce the flesh first?
Who will taste the blood
and who will cry in pain?
Who will shed more tears:
the elven fair as she takes revenge
or Morgoth as he kills his prey?

XXIV.
The sky is roaring
A thousand voices
Of ancient deeds
As the battle rages
Hammer of Underdark
Blade of Firstborn
Strike together
Clash like lightning
Shield without face
Crashes down on elf
Struck to the ground
Seems lost and gone
Sudden wrath of gods
Flows in her veins
Arises from limbo
Sword strikes foe
Dark lord screams
Mountains tremble
Calm grows to storm
Sky becomes crimson
Blade sings with joy
Black blood flows
Screams of torment
Fills the hollowness
Drowns song of Eldar
Seas of black blood
Elven maiden ruthless
Bladesinger of Elves
Sings the song of pain
For the Dark Lord.

XXV.
As a striking bolt
after the first touch of
blade and hammer foe
the elven lady falls.
As she hits the floor
and the pain and
her wounds sore
she sings the names
of the Blessed Shores.
One of her arms is asleep
the dark shield has pierced
her flesh and now bloodstained
she fights the pain
and strikes back with
her piercing blade.
Both are fighting...
dark lord, fair lady,
and as her sword touches
the bare skin through Morgoth’s
blood-dyed clothing
he curses her and they both fall
from the mountain on which
they stood to the deadly plain.
They roll atop each other
he takes the hammer, she takes
the sword and when looking
eye to eye.. from the deep abyss
of his brows to the clear water
that through her shines,
they are both, for a second,
utterly lost.

XXVI.
Strength fails and mind clouded is
Elf almost to Mandos' halls has gone
Lightning strikes for elven bladesinger
Sings the song of victory and pride
Dark Lord's confidence turns crimson
Defeat is near within his black heart
In terror tries to escape own dark fate
Too slow for blade of light and glory
Again and again strikes the thunder
Morgoth Bauglir greatest of Valar
Falls like mountain upon elven maiden
With last breath makes the world shake
With last breath poisons the hollowness
With last breath wounds the world
Elf so met her bane when dark lord fell
Greatest of deeds she has done
Eldar cries tears of blood on broken soil
So his confidence became his fall
And so her pride became her fall
Shattered their bodies turn to dust
Wind of the north sings song of sorrow
Bears their dust away to unknown realm
Thought and Child of Eru bound now are
And none shall know tales of their fate
Only lives on through songs of the rain.

ENVOI.
Here ends the tale of Morgoth’s fall and of the fulfilment of Lady Vivienne’s oath. He was too powerful for her to withstand him and yet she was too fair for him to pierce her. As such, the only possible end was this: that both fell and both are remembered for their deeds.

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