Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Нирнаэт Арноэдиад

Virgo, give the hand,
Would not touch the sword
And trouble b no.
Virgo, Silk Your Hair
S wasted on the mud,
How much can you live?

And your trouble is in darkness,
Blown her armor
Do not see in the night.
So sparkle its blade
Yes, the person himself
In the heart silent.

So the lord is not afraid,
Lord of black affairs,
New Darkness,
How to reproach in the eyes of
Who was called you friend
And who was devoted.

And in the war of countless tears
Neither friends and enemies
Only pain and fear.
Virgo, his sword is put down,
I'm not a trace native blood
In the ashes shed.

Only again sings the blade,
I prayed, well, do not escape
Let your soul fly
In quiet mandos
For the last court.

I endore eternal darkness,
And you have a fire dawn,
Intended oaths.
Gratitude will not accept
Hands on the elbow in the blood
And the sword does not remove.

Do not look, so you are dead
And my guilt is not reading
Though forgave you ...
I will pray for the first time
Virgo, stars in your eyes,
Light path.