Galadriel's song of Erinye

Erinye, daughter of the night
Her shadows chase away the light
Her dagger glowing red and bright
All that was wrong she will make right

The legend says she will return
And to the north the sky will burn
The good of heart for justice yearn
Erinye will all evil spurn

Wrongdoers, it's to late to pray
Her wrath you to the ground will slay
Her hunger will grow till the day
In blood for all your crimes you pay

A crown of snakes upon her head
Her fiery eyes revenge the dead
Throughout this world the word will spread:
Erinye has her hunger fed

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