Battlelore - Of Orcs And Elves lyrics

Light seems fair and proud

First borns noble crowd

Open hearts uncorrupted

Maintain eternal tranquillity

Beast, filthy kind

Sick soul, broken mind

Light burns their blackened eyes

Spoiled blood, impure heart

See their purest forms

Hear high minded thoughts

Denote the total contrast of

The race made by Morgoth

Stretched elven bodies

Torture pestilential

Dark side of the distant stars

Unnatural creation

Ironic how they were taken

So far from each other

Deepest dark, merest light

From the one and the same awakening

Cunning was the plan of Morgoth

Those foolish did all the work

He came and culled the harvest

Bred the fruits for his purpose

Unaware folk of the stars

Forced into wounds and dreadful scars

To raid the lands under his summons

Destroy the race that they once were