Shrewd and malefic, you father of the dragons By your enchantment, Nienor was bewitched On the treasure of Nargothrond you wait For your vengeance, in the twilight of the day The time has come, you're ready to destroy By fire and flames the sky turns to red At nightfall near the shore you stayed for some rest But Túrin drew his sword, he gave you a painful death! "Hail, Worm of Morgoth! Well met again! Die now and the darkness have thee! Thus is Túrin son of Húrin avenged" He then wrenched out the sword But his flesh was set a flame By the black blood hoard The venom burned so that he yelled in pain Dying in the night it told the truth Of the doom he left behind He realized what he had done His pain led him to death