Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Химринг

You, lifting the sword, cried: "May midfight will be cut!"
Morgota will be shielded.
[I did not understand] echo responded,
May the sun hobs the ghostly shadows!

And the sun flashed too bright
On the steady blade became
Sparkling a spark of the last gift,
From fear hid behind the clouds.

On the hill, Chemring was burned fire,
And the eyes of Noldor were illuminated by him.
Himring on the hill disassembled pain
And you saved everything was waiting for spring.

On the hill, chemical burning fire ...

[I did not understand] Anfalifa's Waste
I rose under my feet not friends.
Light stirred black armor,
The iron carpet has become stabbed on the ground.

You were driven into the ground with bulbs,
And you will not steal your troops.
But even, dilding so badly,
You whispered that the shadow will come back ...

On the hill, Chemring was burned fire,
And the eyes of Noldor were illuminated by him.
Himring on the hill disassembled pain
And you saved everything was waiting for spring.

On the hill, chemical burning fire ...