Silver song of waters
glittering light of the numberless stars
‘Behold!’
- in music our speech was born,
when our hearts were turned towards the West.

Happiness and bliss of Eldamar
drowned under the waves of fire and blood.
In frosty gloom of Helcaraxë
we hardened our hearts,
homeless and exiled.

Either Beleriand under the shadow of the iron-crown,
or in the icy and deadly light of the Silmarils,
our only hope is alliance with the Followers.
Blood poured over of the immortal and the mortals
flows with one river of the numberless years.

Silmarils, glory and... sin;
Bitter is this war – victory so distant;
And the Sea summons again.
(c)