THE DOWNFALLEN: 39 DAYS OF MADNESS

Ar-Pharazôn:
Lords of the West, your eagles are here
Thunders and lightnings are murdering the world
Soldiers and ships obscure the sun
The veils black and gold, are going to war

Númenórean Warriors:
Afar in the west the ships disappear
And to Valinor shores are sailing
The King hesitates, is it evil, is it good?
The air stands still and no one is heard

Ar-Pharazôn:
Great Númenor your triumph is near
Listen to me, I'm taking this land
Taniquetil is silent and quiet
39 days of madness and fame

Númenórean Warriors:
Afar in the west the ships disappear
And to Valinor shores are sailing
The King hesitates, is it evil or good?
The air stands still and no one is heard

Númenórean Wives:
"And I look to the sea
The Island is crawling down to the sea, shame on our sins
Pride and stupidity
Condemn our futile blasphemy, blasphemy..."

The Faithful:
Our King with his army moved war to the Gods
A silent western wind scared our strongest men
The image of a nation punished and destroyed
By the Powers of the world
Corrupted and defeated
by the darkest spirit of the world
Just few men survive...

Narrator:
"And the Undying Lands
Are carried away from the World, can get there no more
The World is shaped anew
This is the end of Númenor,
the end of Númenor"