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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