Death Of Glaurung

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