High King of the Noldor, a warrior tried and true
Touched by the Black Hand: there was naught that he could do
Songs are sung of him, many legends are told
For fought with Sauron, he did: the stories will never grow old

O Gil-galad! Elven King; Ereinion! Star so bright
Lost, you are, for you did not win your fight

Side-by-side with Men, he stood, in allegiance with their King
Hoping to overcome Evil with Good, to rid the world of the Lord of the Ring
To fight for Men, to fight for Elves, to free all races from sorrow
Alas! You fell, with no hope of seeing the morrow

O Gil-galad! Mighty warrior; Ereinion! Son of Kings
You will not see the hope that tomorrow brings!

The last of the High Elven Kings was he, for without an heir he perished
No one could replace him, to lead the people that he cherished
Mighty King, without you they are lost!
O what they would give to bring you back, no matter what it cost!

O Gil-galad! Your people weep; Ereinion! Your star has ceased to shine
No more Elven Kings will there be, this was the end of their line