In times that long ago have passed,
The feet of Elves did walk upon,
The greenest of the greenest grass,
And sing of fair Elven Tirion.

Their voices high and crisp and clear,
Did echo across the mountain vale,
Till evil came into their lives,
And then the joy of Elves did fail.

Spear, sword and axe they forged,
And shining armour wrought,
Then marching North with banners proud,
The deepening shadow fought.

The years were long, the work was hard,
And many there did fall,
They gave their lives for the Silmarils,
The fairest jewels of all.