Deep underground, In the realm that never bowed The sorrows of the oath are truly found Blood fills the pools, From the blade of Caranthir cruel Again kin slay kin, for a jewel War, of elven sons Not for love Darkness prevails Compassion fails Three shall survive Three shall die None shall win The triumph is His Lost in the dark, Adrift in the past, A city once divine left in dust Swords were held high, Bright elven flags did fly And those once immortal were doomed to die The sun has set in Doriath, It will not rise again, The elven tide will falter to the hardiness of men Glorious sons of Fëanor, What have we become? Marching ever forward, we all fall one by one War, of elven sons Not for love Darkness prevails Compassion fails Three shall survive Three shall die None shall win The triumph is His