1. Please Let Me Win
Spread your burning wings about the place of my contest.
The hour is come.
My adversary leaps at me,
Hard as iron,
Fierce as fire,
While the avid whiplord waits
To see if I will fail.
In this stilled moment
Past victories speed to my thought:
The might made right;
Osgiliath on fire.
No death save slow.
And loud.
But now begins this night's challenge. As I fight
I love the power well who placed me here
To conquer slaves. Thanks.
And so for greater glory of my name
Dread Búbhosh Búrz enclose me in your clutch
I'll dedicate my victory to you.
Notes:
1. búbhosh (Debased Black Speech) "great" - Ardalambion website
2. búrz "dark", (Black Speech, isolated from Lugbúrz, q.v.), burzum "darkness")
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