Lletres: Morgoth. Isolated.

Now time as come to hate
for your instinct to suffocate
deliverance - just a term to protect
your satisfaction is suspect

Escape to find a distant therapy
suffer the cause of agony
no more - twisted mind vibration
your body rots away in isolation

Your life's ended here no chance to live - anymore
frustration of your soul that you betray - to ignore