[Encaitare]

Originally Posted by Morgoth in NiME

But I also carried ruin with me
She, the mistress of her own lust

Originally Posted by Calan

And who is she?

"She" is Ungoliant. This part is a great example of Blind Guardian drawing directly from the Sil. In the second paragraph of chapter 8 (Of the Darkening of Valinor) there is this:

The Eldar knew not whence she [Ungoliant] came; but some have said that in ages long before she descended from the darkness that lies about Arda, when Melkor first looked down in envy upon the Kingdom of Manwe, and that in the beginning she was one of those that he corrupted to his service. But she had disowned her master, desiring to be mistress of her own lust, taking all things to herself to feed her emptiness...

For "Into the Storm," parts of it are certainly Morgoth and Ungoliant arguing. This is what I think:

Morgoth

Give it to me
I must have it
Precious treasure
I deserve it

Where can I run
How can I hide
The Silmarils
Gems of treelight
Their life belongs to me
Oh it's sweet how the
Darkness is floating around

???

[I don't know who this "we" could be here. Those who went with Feanor, perhaps?]

We are following
The will of the one
Through the dark age
And into the storm
And we are following
The will of the one
Through the dark age
And into the storm
Follow me...

Ungoliant:

Black heart show me
What you hold in your hand
I still hunger for more
Release me
From my pain
Give it to me
How I need it

[Side note to tie into the text: Ungoliant refers to Morgoth as Blackheart in chapter 9, and wants to consume the Silmarils, but he refuses to open the hand which holds them]

I did my part
Now it's your turn
And remember
What you've promised

And regarding "Lammoth," this was the place where Ungoliant attacked Morgoth, trying to get the Silmarils from him so she could consume them like she had the lesser jewels. In chapter 9 (of the Flight of the Noldor):

But Ungoliant had grown great, and he less by the power that had gone out of him; and she rose against him, and her cloud closed about him, and she enmeshed him in a web of clinging thongs to strangle him. Then Morgoth sent forth a terrible cry, that echoed in the mountains. Therefore that region was called Lammoth for the echoes of his voice dwelt there ever after, so that any who cried aloud in that land awoke them, and all the waste between the hills and the sea was filled with a clamour as of voices in anguish.

And it goes on and on, a la "It was a loud cry. No, really. This wasa seriously loud yell. You think your little baby cousin is noisy? That's just peanuts compared to Morgoth, etc."

Great idea, Calan. I think I shall enjoy this thread immensely.