There was once an Elf who lived across the sea,
Who was binded by family and wealth,
Although his sailing proved short at first,
Never did the elf, doubt his worth.
A far, a far he rode and vowed,
to many, which hs later dispared.
Turindriel o' Loor Turindriel,
You had come so far,
Yet the Black hand was too great,
ever did he prove, he caught the bait.
Years passed by, here and there,
Little did we all know, we were to spare,
of Turindriel's might, and wealth proved,
so little time, we had to move.
Turindriel o' Loor Turindriel,
You had come so far,
Yet the Black hand was too great,
ever did he prove, he caught the bait.
His followers, so proud, so tamed,
Still roam these lands, like reinless horses,
Although dead, so it may seem,
the spirit of Loor Turindriel Elithen, lives on.
Good or bad! Hear my voice...
he slaughtered many, for good or wose,
Let us stand up! Let us rejoice!
Loor Turindriel is dead, long dead.
Let us Rejoice! Let us Rejoice!
The Elf is dead... we are free.
