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now he rides the elven king on the darkest path

who faces death in mighty wrath, his kin murdered at Morgoth's hand

he rides to avenge his people

waiting there the dark lord's chilling glare

the fury of his wretched sword is a fate waiting to be abhorred by the elf king Fingolfin

his kind cry as their beloved hero goes die

what a black day for the elven folk as the halls

of Ea gaze with blood in their eyes

now he's there at the gates of Morgoth's wretched lair

with the stench of Melkor in the air

and the stain of evil chilling every corner of him

"COWARD!" the young elven king cries

open these cursed gates dark king these ghastly brazen doors in which you hide

I know you're in there dark one face me now in combat, duel me and lets make the deed be done.

Dodging every move of the dark lord morgoth, his burning at the heart with eyes of fire

the young king fingolfin will ultimately die so the battle will commence and swords will clash

a battle of the two l behind them lightning the night is glowing blue an item shines so bright

in a wave of white, of purest light the elven one strikes the dark lord

he caught the blade but paid with blood as the black one roars in pain

beaten down by plagues of old , and crushed his head down to the floor by the wrath of morgoths evil, the great one sees his doom

the great one sees his doom

and the black one crushes him to dust

by the might of his hate

with the force of thousand blades

weary of the blood and gore

the high king lays down his sword

its slammed down by the foot of the dark lord

soaked in blood of deadly cause and dragon fire from evil hordes

the high king of the Noldor breathes his last

and thus he dies young fingolfin a hero to his weeping king

a martyr in the face of the black scourge

and tales were told by elves and dwarves

the bravery of just one lord and morgoth humilated his pride

but the elves aren't free