Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]

Translation by "Starcriuser"

published in 2006-04-06

You have hated those lands,

The Heaven for your friends,

Your soul is full of light,

But anger burns inside...

You've trusted that Melkor

Loves sacred Valinor,

You've listened only lie

That stabs like deadly knife...

The final was in blood,

The Nature cries alot,

But ships of Noldor race

Sail through the crimson waves...

The fire's in your speech,

There’s nothing you can’t reach

The Curse of raging Gods

Is fun for you,

Such was your mind,

You should decide:

To end your life with grace, and to see the ancient place

Or to face a slow death...

And the perfect noldor

Proud and immortal, left the world

Without the bless of Gods...

And he was the first to enter

To this land and taking back

With him his deadly curse ...

Your blade is shining

Like Silmaril in dark...

Foes are retiring,

And hear, how you laugh.

Your blade is shining

Like fire in your eyes

Death's quitely coming,

But Feanor still fights!

But Feanor still fights!

Foe has stolen your main dream

With rage your mind is filled,

'cause light of flaming soul

You've put in those stones...

You’ll take revenge – your plan

Is war against Angband,

And search for mountain place,

Where stones glow with death...

You are so far ahead,

And sword is in your hand,

But Balrogs are around

And starting to surround...

Why should you die so young?

The Elven life is long,

The enemy assaults,

Don't let him go! -

Such was your mind,

You should decide:

To end your life with grace, and to see the ancient place

Or to face a slow death...

And the perfect noldor

Proud and immortal, left the world

Without the bless of Gods...

And he was the first to enter

To this land and taking back

With him his deadly curse ...

Your blade is shining

Like Silmaril in dark...

Foes are retiring,

And hear, how you laugh.

Your blade is shining

Like fire in your eyes

Death's quitely coming,

But Feanor still fights!

But Feanor still fights!

Such was your mind,

You should decide:

To end your life with grace, and to see the ancient place

Or to face a slow death.....

And the perfect noldor

Proud and immortal, left the world

Without the bless of Gods...

And he was the first to enter

To this land and taking back

With him his deadly curse ...

Your blade is shining

Like Silmaril in dark...

Foes are retiring,

And hear, how you laugh.

Your blade is shining

Like fire in your eyes

Death's quitely coming,

But Feanor still fights!

But Feanor still fights!

Why do you need that crown

Without the Silmarils?

It’s like an empty town,

Like tree without its leaves.

There are no Elves existing,

Though elven life was long,

Still, they are only legend,

That lives in our songs,

That lives in our songs...