We cannot fight this war, Morgoth is lord of all His darkness conquers all And his blade is sharp and strong We hide underground, Like dwarves eternally bound To delve into the deep No rule without his crown Who is this man? What power does he have? No blood ties to this land Just a 'gift' that ensures his end No help from Thingol's glade The Sindar will bring no aid Just claims that they were betrayed But no kin have been slain Hear now, the words of Fëanor 'Brood of Morgoth or bright Vala Elda, Maia or Aftercomer Be he fair friend or unclean foe Dread nor danger nor Doom itself Shall save a man or elf Who keepeth a Silmaril Death will deal him a fate most ill' Do not fear his darkened world The mighty jewels will be ours by the fold Our oath cannot be restrained Morgoth will fall by Noldorin blade