Silent tears stream down our faces
for those who fell in the war,
for brave fighters from all Arda's races
whose spirits to Mandos soar.

A hill of the slain that after battle arose
compiled by the orcs as the red sun waned.
We will never set eyes on the bloodied bodies of those
whose departed souls will leave us bitter and pained.

Our faces wet, our hearts wrenched and grieving,
we must painstakingly in life continue on.
Never will we stop mourning for lost loves' leavings;
Never will we stop aching for those who have gone.

Drops of anguish will always spring from our eyes
for those suffered at the hands of the foe
in bitter attempt to cause Morgoth's demise
to the brave heroes our unnumbered tears go.