Oh woeful spires of Turgon's glory
Hidden in mountains far from the Dark Lord's grasp
Too greatly have you loved the work of your own hands
For the Fen of Serech is found this day
WITH SHADOW AND FLAME
Will your people be judged!
Great among banes, fallen spirit of wrath
With sword and flail burning approaches
Hordes of villainous beasts swarm 'round the tower
As your generals make their last stand
Already slain lie your subjects
Already in bondage driven off
There stands your greatest, Ecthelion
Before his keep, steadfast
For Gondolin, for his king, he'll fight to the d**h
Though his doom is already sown
What testament to Manwe and Mandos will we give?
What could we say if no stand we made?
Though already the towers lie in ruins
WE WILL BRING DEATH TO DURIN'S BANE!
My kingdom lies upon me
Both I and Balrog dead
My foes took off our heroes
So in shame I hang my head
Still, above these ruins
New stars to the West shine
Fresh storms wait there, brewing
And a hope beyond hope will rise!