"Gil-Galad was an Elven-King, Of Him the harpers sadly sing The last whose realm was fair and free, Between the mountains and the sea
His Sword was so long is Lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen The countless Stars of heaven's field, Were mirrored in his silver Shield
But long ago he rode away, And where he dwelleth none can say For into darkness fell his Star, In Mordor where the shadows are..."
Here they come hundreds of thousand of Elves As far as the eye can see the ranks of the Alliance Twelve years at war under the walls Valiantly standing against the foes Crushing the gate killing the orks fallen Is the King with his Spear... now gone
The Darkness is falling no sun rises from the east A shadow of pain and fear
Heroic Deeds
Men of the West the Star On their shields seem to glow Brave Dunedain the Splendour of Numenor
Day after day here on the front Besieging the Tower of Barad-Dur Victory is near the Dark Lord appears Far in the distance the fires of Mount Doom
The Darkness is falling no sun rises from the east A shadow of pain and fear
Heroic Deeds
Gil-Galad! Gil-Galad! The mighty the fierce high king The last of the Noldor's stock, Elendil! Elendil! True leader of Men he lies slain on the battle plain
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