The Fall of Gil-galad

Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing; the last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the Sea. His sword was long, his lance was keen. His shining helm afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven's field were mirrored in his silver shield. But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star in Mordor where the shadows are. A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (For into darkness fell his star) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (In Mordor where the shadows are) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (For into darkness fell his star) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (In Mordor where the shadows are) Beneath the shadow of the Moon, He battled 'neath the darkened swoon; Elendil's ally, strong and brave, Together fought the dark to stave. With Aiglos, his spear of ice, He pierced through evil's dark device. Yet Sauron's might was fierce and fell, Upon the slopes where darkness dwell. At last he fell, the elven king, His light extinguished, a mournful ring. The Age of Elves did wane and dim, His glory lost, a somber hymn. With Aiglos, his spear of ice, He pierced through evil's dark device. Yet Sauron's might was fierce and fell, Upon the slopes where darkness dwell. At last he fell, the elven king, His light extinguished, a mournful ring. The Age of Elves did wane and dim, His glory lost, a somber hymn. A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (For into darkness fell his star) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (In Mordor where the shadows are) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (For into darkness fell his star) A Elbereth, Gilthoniel! (In Mordor where the shadows are)