Deep underground

In the realm that never bowed

The sorrows of the oath are truly found

Blood fills the pools

From the blade of Caranthir cruel

Again kin slay kin, for a jewel

War, of elven sons

Not for love

Darkness prevails

Compassion fails

Three shall survive

Three shall die

None shall win

The triumph is His

Lost in the dark

Adrift in the past

A city once divine left in dust

Swords were held high

Bright elven flags did fly

And those once immortal were doomed to die

The sun has set in Doriath

It will not rise again

The elven tide will falter to the hardiness of men

Glorious sons of Fëanor

What have we become?

Marching ever forward, we all fall one by one

War, of elven sons

Not for love

Darkness prevails

Compassion fails

Three shall survive

Three shall die

None shall win

The triumph is His