Ñoldorin lords march against the one they abhor
Elven harpers play the tunes of war
Our doom or his end we will find
A host of Immortals, Naugrim and Mankind
Rumors were; Maedhros fierce to drive the Black King out
The dweller of Angband, King of Slaves and Doubt
Masters of Nargothrond and Gondolin call to their vassals' pride
Húrin and Huor, house of Hador rode loyal at their side
Fifty riders call: Lacho calad! Drego morn!
With such men ride forth the evil to forewarn
O, brave children of Dor-lómin
Would you have seen such end coming
Ñoldorin lords march against the one they abhor
Elven harpers play the tunes of war
Our doom or his end we will find
A host of Immortals, Naugrim and Mankind
Royal eyes of Fingon gaze far towards the east
Of blinking swords, stars in mist, a host was released
To Maedhros' side came unexpected, unlooked for
High-King's brother Turgon and silver spears he bore
Aiya Eldalie ar Atanatári, utulie'n aure!
Flash of Ñoldorin swords, burning zeal of the fey
Through Angband's wards and its guards they tore
The Black King frightened as they hammer on his door
Ñoldorin lords march against the one they abhor
Elven harpers play the tunes of war
Our doom or his end we will find
A host of Immortals, Naugrim and Mankind
But thither they were all entrapped
Húrin by the Black King was kept
At the fourth day hope and battle was lost
O, ye Ñoldor would ye have known the cost
Nirnaeth Arnoediad begun
Of which sorrow no song is spun ...
