Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]

You have grown to hate the land

That others would call paradise

In your soul is a light

But for it there's no rest

You believed that Melkor

So loves Valinor

But you heard only lies-

they're like a knife in the back

The outcome was bloody

Nature shed tears

But Noldor's boats

Were heading forward

Fire is in your words

Fear is unknown to you

Damnation of the Gods

Awaits you

Such is your spirit

One of two:

Either to die - to spy new land,

Or to slowly fade away

And the fair Noldor

Proudly left land

Asking no support from the Gods

And he set foot on ground

First, - on Middle Earth -

And he took the curse upon himself

Your sword is sparking

Like a Silmaril in darkness

The foe retreats

And all can hear your laugh

Your sword is sparking

Like fiery your gaze,

Death advances

But Feanor fights on!

But Feanor fights on!

Foe stole away your dream

Forged in the sweat of your brow

When the light from your soul

You put into those stones

By vengeance overtaken

You way lies to Angbad

In mountains looking for a crack

Where the stones breathe evil

You threw yourself ahead

The army stayed behind

And balrogs all around

Closed their circle

Why do you hurry so-

Elves can live forever

Surrounded by your foes

You stand-

Such is your spirit

One of two:

Either to die - to spy new land,

or to slowly fade away

And the fair Noldor

Proudly left land

Asking no support from the Gods

And he set foot on ground

First, - on Middle Earth -

And he took the curse upon himself

Your sword is sparking

Like a Silmaril in darkness

The foe retreats

And all can hear your laugh

Your sword is sparking

Like fiery your gaze,

Death advances

But Feanor fights on!

But Feanor fights on!

Such is your spirit

One of two:

Either to die - to spy new land,

or to slowly fade away

And the fair Noldor

Proudly left land

Asking no support from the Gods

And he set foot on ground

First, - on Middle Earth -

And he took the curse upon himself

Your sword is sparking

Like a Silmaril in darkness

The foe retreats

And all can hear your laugh

Your sword is sparking

Like fiery your gaze,

Death advances

But Feanor fights on!

But Feanor fights on!

Why do you have that crown

When no stones are on it?

Like a tree without a crown,

Like a city without people.

The common world is without elves

You will not find them here -

They live on only in songs

That bards sing to us

That bards sing to us