Disclaimer: I do not own The Silmarillion...oh God...
The Fall of the Noldor
Lend us your white-winged swans,
My sea-loving brother.
Stars are dimmed and waters' wild;
For every tear I offer jewels;
Give me your dearest child.
We are in need,
We chase the devil;
To take what's ours
We're marching Eastward.
The Oath we took
fore Manwë's throne
In Eru's name –
To fight and seek,
Never resting evermore.
With help from you, cousin dear,
Tonight we'll part from this blessed shore.
We choose the night of Arda Marred,
Light is dead in Valinor.
Why, friend, will you not help?
'tis only ships that I ask for.
We'll take them from thee
if need be.
Do not force me to steal…
Don't force me to stain my steel…
On oars, my folk, leave the unwilling behind!
Blood-soaked land forgives not;
Red-sprayed waves will chase our sails.
On Eastern land our thoughts now lie;
In North where iron the jewels hide.
We forsook gods and cursed our path.
In Fatherland we'll bleed and die.
Should we win this war or fail,
Darkness still shall be our fate.
But hatred utmost can't be quenched;
We fight for Light until world's end.
