The world crumbles
Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadows, and the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Through shadows and the edge of night. Until all the world is alight. Until the darkness escapes from Earendil's grasp. And sets the world to sword and flame. Home is behind, nowhere to flee as the shadow consumes everything. When five could not be one, and fell to the winds. All the world now shares Gondolin's tears. There is no home, no grass beneath our feet. No hearths to welcome, no golden halls of hay. No spears or shields to raise against the fell winds. Nothing but the ashes of a world living in the past. The age of man dwindles away to nothing. Thus the age of the Uruk comes to pass.