Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]

You have hated land

which for anybody a paradise.

you have light in your soul,

but it haven't rest

You believed , that Melkor*

so loves Valinor**

You heard only lies-

She as a knife into the back!

outcome was bloody

nature sheds tears

But Noldor***'s canoes

was rushed straight

Fair in your words

You don't know fear

damnation of Gods

makes laugh you

It's your spirit!

either:or die -will see new Land ,

or moulder slowly

And wonderful Noldor

left Land proudly

And not asked support

set foot on land

the first near Middle-earth

He took away damnation inside

your sword sparkles

like Silmaril****in the darkness

Enemy steps back

And everyone can hear your laugh

your sword sparkles

like your fire-eyed

Death approach

But Fëanor *****fights!

But Fëanor fights!

Enemy stole your dream

which you made by the sweat of one's brow-

because you put light of your soul

in those snones

Your way was enveloped

by retribution

your way direct to the Angband******

Founding break in mountain

where stones breath by evil

You shot forward

but host become detached

And Balrogs******* around

bring up the their circle

Why so hurry -

Elf can live for ever

around circle of enemy

You on the go

It's your spirit!

either:or die -will see new Land ,

or moulder slowly

And wonderful Noldor

left Land proudly

And not asked support

set foot on land

the first near Middle-earth

He took away damnation inside

your sword sparkles

like Silmaril****in the darkness

Enemy steps back

And everyone can hear your laugh

your sword sparkles

like your fire-eyed

Death approach

But Fëanor *****fights!

But Fëanor fights!

It's your spirit!

either:or die -will see new Land ,

or moulder slowly

And wonderful Noldor

left Land proudly

And not asked support

set foot on land

the first near Middle-earth

He took away damnation inside

your sword sparkles

like Silmaril****in the darkness

Enemy steps back

And everyone can hear your laugh

your sword sparkles

like your fire-eyed

Death approach

But Fëanor *****fights!

But Fëanor fights!

Why do you need a diadem,

If there no stones

like a tree without a crown

As a city without people.

world without elves is ordinary

here not enough them

They live only in the songs,

What we bards sing!

What we bards sing!