- Under Death's Wing -
How cold the ground, how hard the stone
No friends around ; I'm all alone
How sweet the air of every breath
A warrior's dream my noble death
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There is no glory, beauty none
To lay here broken in the sun
To watch as birds above the plain
Prepare to feast on my remains
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To try and raise my sword again
And fight until the very end
As will commands to flesh and bone
And steel feels heavier than stone
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The day grows dark, my dying eyes
Abandon me through my demise
I will not see what's left of me
My pride thus spared in agony
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Though I know I have lost this fight
The shadow looms in all its might
Above me shattered on the ground
Its weapon raised to strike me down
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There is no pity in his gaze
As cold and grim as icy maze
Of Helcaraxë that I've crossed
Chasing shadows, betrayed and lost
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O Fëanor, my brother dear
To you I come in pain and fear
I failed to follow you before
But now we'll parted be no more
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How I regret you could not see
The brother's love I had in me
So fearless, flaming in your wrath
You burnt our family in your path
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But how is one to choose between
The different degrees of kin
Between the love of lord and wife
And of an older brother's life ?
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And torn forever, sad and shamed
I chose the voice of blood defamed
My naked blade at your command
To slay our people on our land
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Your fate was sealed, a bitter oath
And tears unnumbered for us both
But now you rest, so long since dead
Unreachable to joy or dread
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O Fëanor, o brother dear
I cannot see, I cannot hear
Morgoth has dealt his final blow
Are you beside me, do you know
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Is there a heaven for the cursed
The lost, the traitors, the dispersed,
For eyes that turned away from light
And full of the Kinslaying's sight ?
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Is there a hope, is there a rest
For all the wills thus put to test
I come undone, and I shall bow
To what has bought your fateful vow.