In a manica the reaper comes around,
And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground.
Some deranged and some devour,
to haunt me down in my darkest hour.
Yet another mind of the Devil's design...
We live each day like there’s nothing to lose,
But a man has needs and that need is booze.
They say all the best things in life are free,
So give all your beer and your rum to me.
We are here to drink your beer,
And steal your rum at the point of a gun.
Your alcohol to us will fall,
'Cause we are here to drink your beer.
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Thus ends the fifth battle
By the treachery of men the field is lost
The night falls and great is the triumph of evil
The league is broken
The last vestige of hope lives in the hidden king
Only he troubles the dark one’s mind
Only he could bring ruin to the black foe
Though the land lies down in agony and the curse lives on
A new star shall arise
And a new day shall come, again
Aurë entuluva!! Day will come again!
Each time that he slew Húrin cried: “Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!” Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery.