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Age of the dwindling light

whispers in the starry night

Tengwar's swords Forged within

and comes afar a man of might

Four Hundred years of Elven glory

live on to tell the tragic story

in the hand and blood of Elrond

Gondolin's glory and magical will

watching beyond the hidden hills

outposts to keep the foes at bay

Maeglin's treachery from within

Rumors of the jealous traitors

and of the love that betrayed her

gave birth to the fraternal fires

now warned by the dead on the pyres

Foreshadowed with a premonition

Idril's seer came to fruition

beauty beyond the havens grey

murdered by a traitor's volition

Sons of the proud hidden stone city

battling on to stay forever free

no quarter given to the Orcs plenty

and aided by the men of the white Wing

The walls are high and strong

reigning true and everlong

blowing the high-guardian flutes

defending nigh the Elven roots

The walls are high and strong

reigning true and everlong

blowing the high-guardian flutes

defending nigh the Elven roots

Secrets in the dimming halls

seven gates are standing tall

but generations become memory

destroyed by Morgoth's thrall

Torn apart in plight and envy

Maeglin's hatred and gluttony

casting out the reputation

in the fallen city's travesty

Clashing swords and clubs and slings

full of sadness and no one sings

only strife and wrought with fire

foul smoke climbing ever higher

A place now only in smoldering ruins