Through Anfauglith to Angband Ten thousand elven swords gleaming beneath the dust But the black enemy is far too strong And the treason of men will send them to their graves
Utúlie'n aurê! Aiya eldalië ar atanatár! Utúlie'n aurë! Auta i lomê! (The day has come! Behold, elven folks and fathers of men! The day has come! The night has already passed!)
Now beauty is dead, their voices silent Their eyes closed forever Unnumbered tears were shed No chant will express that pain
Gothmog, lord of balrogs! Bring thy darkness and pludge us into night! The black axe of fire The bringer of death Cover with blackness The soul of the king A cloak of night Upon the battlefield Filled with fear Their lowered hearts Balrogs, wolves and dragons Slew all living beings Stepped upon their corpses And covered them in filth
Nirnaeth ArnoediadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
