Author's note: I own nothing. There, I said it, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!
As the frosty last light on my mirthil ring gleams,
I will walk one more time by the fires of Doom.
Beyond our lord's shadow the dawn world is dying,
And all of her lands perish into the gloom.
Beside my forgotten, my fellow, my friend,
My ring wearing brethren, my fellow men,
I will sing with the screams of a world lost to death,
And my song will fall still with my last, corporal breath.
We are lost, we are lost, all the lights gone away,
And night comes unbidden in the middle of day,
The grasses so green, they in time all will wilt,
The water befouled, the gentle blood spilt.
The children will watch as their parents decay,
Thus ends all the world when the lights gone away.
The fire will swell, and the mountain will crack,
The elves will flee, but death will bring them back,
Enslaved stand the dwarfs in their halls made of stone,
The nine kings of men will take seats near his throne.
And all will be silent, quiet, still.
He will stretch out my hand, as did his lord before me,
And bend middle earth to his will.
We are lost, we are lost, and there's no going back,
All that's clean has been tainted; all that's white has bled black,
To the shore, to the shore! There's a ship still in sight!
...But my brethren cometh, and so does the night…
Now the elves have fallen, lost to Valinor,
Their blood shifts through my fingers, I'd slay many more,
And I laugh in the darkness; their help came too late,
For I have delivered the cup of their fate.
My captain is silent, he hears our lords will,
And something in his stance seems to me far too still,
His head is bowed, his hand is slack,
There's a stoop in his shoulders, a bend to his back,
His eyes are so lifeless, gone is all their shine,
And his ring does not flash with the power of mine.
Do I look a slave? With no separate will?
I dislike that he is so solemn and still.
As the frosty last light on my mirthil ring gleams,
I will walk one more time by the fires of Doom.
Beyond our lord's shadow the dawn world is dying,
And all of her lands perish into the gloom.
Beside my forgotten, my fellow, my friend,
My ring wearing brethren, my fellow men,
I will sing with the screams of a world lost to death,
And my song will fall still with my last, corporal breath.