White Fire

Hot smoldering liquid of dark red fire
Hate and fear burn high your funeral pyre
Die go back from whence you came oh evil
Your deadly smoke burns holes as the weevil
Seering hearts and minds with your Mordor sword
Seeking to destroy with your reeking
hoards
Beware of the light oh spreading disease
Your days are numbered as the winter trees
Purity shall not stand your
bloody gore
Peace will cast you from her
glistening shore
Be quick and make haste from the
lion's might
He rends all evil and shines
forth light