Caranthir

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.