Текст песни Фирнвен - Слово о Поединке

The earth was fate hardly sick
The newborn light hasn't hurt yet
But she no longer knew the rules -
There was a war on the edge of the horizon.
And he loved azure and silver.
But, by the way, so what?
He was the King.
And the power was given, like a virgin for blood -
Either in mockery, or in retaliation ...
Hail, henceforth the King! - and no need for words.

Up to a semitone, every rustle is washed away.
The night has fallen - unconditional and instant,
Dropping to the ground like scraps of foam
Broken and rasping hooves.

Like a whirlwind flew over the scorched earth
The golden-maned horse and the white rider
Despair and rage limits
Forgetting in half a millennium of wars.

And the sky pierced with frozen darkness
The three-headed peak in the icy crown.

Your horn will sing the last call
The echo will burst, the stronghold will tremble -
The hour of the duel at the gates of Angamando strikes.

How cold and slow the gaze of the Enemy is! -
And the firmament burns under heavy steps.
Fearless fierce flame attacks
The icy steel crowns the blade.

The battle was fought in silence and darkness -
Unequal, reckless, hopeless ...
Contemptuous of fear, forgetting about the impossible,
The King inflicted seven grievous wounds on the Enemy.

He knew their price would be high.
And starlight streamed along the blade.

Forever silent legends about
No one of the Eldar will ballad -
The outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion! ..

Wrong step ... Fall ... So what ?!
The last stroke is a dying victory!
Over the whole bulk of the collapsed sky -
The final blow is triumph.

Silence fell - eye-to-eye.
And the ashes are al. And ala - heaven.

... Glory forever, King!
And no words are needed ...