Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Часть 1. Исильдур

Under the throat - a sword, eyes to eyes -
  There is no place for idle talk in battle! -
  Here is revenge for brother and father -
  So choke on your blood.
      Only cowards and fools
      Scare your great power!
      You are carrion for crows and dogs
      So I said - King Isildur.
  But now with a dead old man
  No need to argue for the crown -
  You yourself, my enemy, with your blade
  He cleared my way to the throne.
      Well, sorry, you don’t hear, father,
      How warriors shout to me - Glory!
      ... But as if from a crown of ice,
      And the Ring burns like a clot of lava.