Gil-Galad, the valiant Elf-Warrior of old,
His spear of silver, his hair of gleaming gold.
Fighting against a spreading darkness,
Against all likeness of victory.
Why, Gil-Galad, do you not sail into the West?
Beyond the Sea, that is your destiny.
Whether it is now, that you set sail,
Or whether it is later, after you depart away,
Into the mighty halls.
Now, the Darkness grows again,
Stronger now, yet we are weaker,
The old alliances are dead.
How can we fight without despair?
Oh Gil-Galad, wielder of the Ring of Air.
Come and aid us, in our time of need.
We need a captain, someone to lead.
Come now, Gil-Galad.
