Lyrics Элхэ Ниэннах - О поединке Финрода и Саурона

... these twelve names have not been named -
They were brought here by the command of Doom.
Only one stands without bowing her head
Under the icy mocking look of the Cruel ...

"Golden-haired, you hold too proud -
Like a crown crowns your head.
So we met, the grandson of the damned kind,
So we met, Finrod, King Noldor!
As for the fact that you did not give your name?
Or did you think your appearance would deceive me?
Well, king, you have decided; so start the fight
The magic of songs, Light and Dark spells. "

... How, like a heart, a crystal spring beats,
Like drunk with the smell of honey herbs
The wind flies from the coast of the Earth Aman,
So the chorus of Finrod sounded:
"Valmar, O Valmar, the heart of the luminous Earth -
Ancient songs hold thy memory
Your light is filled with marvelous stones
Thy glory will be resurrected through the ages!
There was no equal to the wondrous creations of the Noldor,
There was no equal to the creation of the hands of Feanor ...
Morgoth's mind confused his dishonest lies,
Sowing in the souls of grain of enmity and discord.
King Finwe's blood calls for vengeance! .. "

... The Cruel person's face is distorted - by pain.
White lips whisper silently: "Remember -
Was this death in Valinor the first? ..
Century Okov Melkor years of rest
You name, glorifying them in the tales;
Your fame and election are paid for with blood -
The dead fire emptiness of the Silmarils shines.
Cursed are those who rejected the gifts of Eru,
King Finwe’s crown rinsed with blood ...
"Great pity must be left now!" -
Black stars crucified on furiously white ...

... A word faster than an arrow reaches its goal,
The song is sharper than the blade, which is aimed at the heart:
Finrod pressed his hand to his chest,
But he resisted, having gathered his last strength.

Finroda song stood before my eyes
Bright vision of what is left overseas:
On the shores of the earth in golden fog
About the domes and silver spiers of Valmar,
About swan ships in the snow-white harbor,
About the golden-stemmed forests of beautiful Yavanna ...
The sounds of the melody are like gems
Voiced drops in silver bowls of fountains.
Oh Alqualonde! the creations of your shipbuilders -
Like legends of the sea that have come true;
Weaving flying hands of elven virgins
Their sails are wonderful light wings ...
May the Noldor not return to beautiful Valmar -
The enemy does not know peace, as long as we are alive:
If you forgot about Middle-earth Valar -
Blades of the Noldor will become a defense of the world!
The wind flies across the sea with good news
Sea waves whisper about light and happiness ...

... Only - Cruel rose, and a new song
Flashed before my eyes - a blade at the throat.
White stones became gray from the ashes
Crouched flocks cry over the sea of ​​gulls ...
What - Teleri Silver Light Arrows
Against the ringing cold Noldor steel?
Flames like blood painted proud faces -
Glorious exploits await the leaders of the Noldor!
Sail in the wind - the wing of a dying bird:
Your wings have become black, Alqualonde
The gray stars of the Noldor have become scarlet
Hatred in gray eyes is a dark flame.
Bonfires of ships to Losgar rushed to the sky,
Moan will answer the furious cry of Lammoth.
Death marks your path in the ice of Halkarakse -
Noldor brought death to Beleriand:
The waters of the Great Sea do not wash away the curse -
The blood of the sailors on your swords freezes.
A fiery wind flies to the shores of Avallone -
Your songs, Alqualonde, have been dispelled by ashes.
Tears in the eyes - or bitter splashes of the sea? ..
There is no worse sentence than an order - remember!

... The echoes of a song fade in a high hall,
Unfrozen lines froze in my throat:
How endlessly finrod falls dead
How endlessly drops the hands of the Cruel ..