(©Epidemia 2001)

English translation:

Fëanor bade them halt; for his wounds were mortal, and he knew that his hour was come. And looking out from the slopes of Ered Wethrin with his last sight he beheld far off the peaks of Thangorodrim, mightiest of the towers of Middle-earth, and knew with the foreknowledge of death that no power of the Noldor would ever overthrow them; but he cursed the name of Morgoth thrice, and laid it upon his sons to hold to their oath, and to avenge their father. Then he died; but he had neither burial nor tomb, for so fiery was his spirit that as it sped his body fell to ash, and was borne away like smoke; and his likeness has never again appeared in Arda, neither has his spirit left the halls of Mandos. Thus ended the mightiest of the Noldor, of whose deeds came both their greatest renown and their most grievous woe.

You conceived a hatred for a land
Which is paradise for everyone.
There's light in your soul,
But it has no rest!

You believed Melkor
Loves Valinor so much
You heard only lies –
There are like a knife that stabs your back!

The Flight was bloody.
Nature sheds her tears,
But boats of Noldor
Are directed forward.

There's fire in your speech,
You don't know the fear,
The damnation of Gods
Is making you laugh –

That's what your spirit is!
One option only:
Either to die – and see a new land
Or to rot slowly.

And handsome Noldoli
Left the land proudly,
Didn't ask Gods for support.
And he trod the land
Of Middle-Earth first,
Bearing the damnation within himself.

Your sword is glittering
Like a Silmaril in the dark.
Enemy is retreating,
And everyone can hear you laughing.
Your sword is glittering
Like your flaming glance
Death is approaching,
But Fëanor is fighting!
But Fëanor is fighting!

Enemy stole your fancy
That you were forging with sweat –
Because you put the light
Of your soul into those Stones

Full with the thirst of retribution
Your path leads you to Angband,
Searching for a breach in the mountains
Where stones breathe with evil.

You made it forth
But your army is a way behind,
And Balrogs around you
Enclose their circle.

Why making such haste?
Elf can live eternally.
A circle of foes around you,
You're on your feet -

That's what your spirit is!
One option only:
Either to die – and see a new land
Or to rot slowly.

And handsome Noldoli
Left the land proudly,
Didn't ask Gods for support.
And he trod the land
Of Middle-Earth first,
Bearing the damnation within himself.

That's what your spirit is!
One option only:
Either to die – and see a new land
Or to rot slowly.

And handsome Noldoli
Left the land proudly,
Didn't ask gods for support.
And he trod the land
Of Middle-earth first,
Bearing the damnation within himself.

You don't need a crown,
If it has no Stones
Like a tree without a top,
Like a town without people?
The world is too ordinary without the elves
They are missed here
They live in songs only
Which bards sing to us!
Which bards sing to us!

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Translation courtesy of Eradan.