In Nargothrond
With elven gold
The worm of Morgoth
Made its throne
Among their gems
Among their bones
Among the rests of
Fingon's folk

Dark spellcaster
Poison tongued
With eyes of frost
And skin of gold
Both men and elves
Were bare, unsheltered
Against his subtle
Science

His shroud of poison
And deceit
In Beleriand hath
Made him king
Until he met
The blackened Turìn
On his trail of
Violence

Sower of insanity
Sorcerer of deceit
You're paying for all your cruelty
Your evil spell shall be revealed
Creature of obscurity
Foresee your defeat because
Soon the blackened sword
Shall pierce your throat!

Hail, worm of Morgoth! Well met again!
Die now and the darkness have thee!
Thus is avenged

Then his revenge he took riving his flesh
But, last of spells, he would be driven to Death
Death to his kin, to his love, to his Niniel
Death for himself, from his own bloody sword
Sorrow and grief for the deeds of his hands
Anguish and weep for his own mayhem
Many heroes
Proud and bold
Had fought against
The Golden worm
They died in fire
The ones who tried

Burnt in poison
Was the hand
That struck him dead
In the end
His last words
An heritage
Of evil and
Defiance

Sower of insanity
Sorcerer of deceit
You're paying for all your cruelty
Your evil spell shall be revealed
Creature of obscurity
Foresee your defeat because
Soon the blackened sword
Shall pierce your throat
Shall cut your tongue
And spill your blood

Faded the mist
At the death of the beast
Died in death
Evil and wretched