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Enter the mind of Sauron in this hauntingly powerful metal ballad inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion and Akallabêth. "The God They Forged" is a lyrical descent into the corruption of Númenor—from the capture of Sauron to the rise of shadow temples and the doom of Ar-Pharazôn.

Crafted with a horror metal edge and vocals in the spirit of Dave Mustaine (Megadeth), this original track blends mythic grandeur with psychological darkness. The lyrics explore pride, deceit, and the slow unraveling of a once-great kingdom at the hands of a master manipulator.

🎧 Original song
🖋️ Lyrics and concept by Shadow of Morgoth
📽️ AI-enhanced visuals inspired by Tolkien’s Second Age
📚 Based on The Silmarillion and the fall of Númenor

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[I. The Defeat]
They broke my reign
The host drew near.
My legions slain.
Their horns rang clear.

They came for thrones
Not theirs to hold,
With greed in bones
And valor cold

But kings are clay
In the grasp of night—
And gods do not
Bow to mortals’ hollow might.

[II. Chains of Gold]
They called it gift—
The gilded chain.
Clutched by fools,
They spoke my name.

They saw a slave,
With humbled face.
But I was plague,
Draped in grace.

[III. The Gift of Surrender]
Pride reeked of death.
Chains cloaked my guise.
A shadow's thread
That spun their lies.

Thoughts took root
Like rot in grain—
My whispers sweet,
Their hearts grew vain.


[IV. The Slow Unmaking]
Feasts rose in blight,
Shadows withered thin.
Tongues intoned my will
Through hollow hymns.

I shaped their pride
With softened breath.
I blessed their halls
And taught them death.

[V. Ascendant]
I am the gift
That burns the hand.
The wound that prays.
The voice unmanned.

They gave me temples.
They brought their young.
They lit their pyres
With songs I sung.

Their hallowed halls
Now bear my breath.
Their altars rise
On songs of death.


[VI. The False King]
Ar-Pharazôn—
A crown grown old.
A trembling hand.
A stolen claim.

He reached for gods,
Yet grasped his doom—
A shadow’s pawn
In twilight’s gloom.

[VII. The Rot Within]
Now roots run deep
Through stone and creed.
I bloom in doubt.
I seed in need.

And when they fell—
They could not see
The god they forged
Was born of me.


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