Now my path lies to the North To Dorthonion land and forth I feel sad My doom lies ahead But I would go there twice Or even thrice if I could Trying to pass through the fire and ice For holding her it is a low price To her father the king I have sworn And I gave him my oath That I will find a Silmaril And bring it back in my hand I will have no rest until I will do what no one can For dear Lúthien When she looked in my eyes I realised my strength That I can cross all the oceans and skies That I can fall to the shadow and rise To her father the king I have sworn And I gave him my oath That I will find a Silmaril And bring it back in my hand I will have no rest until I will do what no one can For dear Lúthien