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Tears unnumbered ye shall shed...

Curse of Mandos, brought by mortal man

When Tuor arrived to king Turgon's land

With words of Ulmo he begged them to flee

go down to Sirion to the sea

But proud king refused to leave

and thus he sealed the city's fate in eternal grief

For seven years the city stood still

Until the Shadow caught Maeglin under its will

Driven by hatred, the betrayal unfold

and the secret entrance to the city was told

A host of Morgoth encirling city's walls

Plunging flames into its sacred halls

The Noldor army raised against its foes

with swords and shields they delivered killing blows

These tales of glory were told wide and far

Forever echoing the mighty warcry of the Eldar

As the shadows loomed over the mountains

and hosts of Morgoth reached the king's fountain

It seemed that all hope had gone

until the lord of Balrogs faced Ecthelion

And lo! Ecthelion, Lord of the fountain, stood against his foe. Clad in silver,his face pallor of grey steel, duelling against Gothmog. Wounded, he lost the grip of his sword and as the demon raised his whip, Ecthelion leapt full at Gothmog, impaling his chest with the spike of his helm and driving them both into basin of the king's fountain. Amid the burning citadel, they drowned in the cool water. Thus the legacy of Ecthelion would remain as the most valiant in all the songs or in any tale.

And as the towers crumbled, Turgon, the High king of Noldor fell with his city. Its white walls smouldering black by the flames of Angband's wrath.

Amid the fires of hate, Tumladen burned in the night

In chance of this cruel fate, who could find the saving light?

To the secret passage we must go

For we shall see the dawn of morrow

Alas! Gondolin is no more

so we must haste to the shore

But in the mountain pass of Cirith Thoronath

A Balrog brought upon the flames of Morgoth's wrath

Gilded hero stepped up forth

against the demon from the north

To save the exiles from this greater threat

Trading blows on the ledge

The demon fell over the edge

and pulled the hero to their joint deaths

Hail the glory of Glorfindel

whose mighty legacy shall never quell

whose sacrifice bore the pain of farewell

Still weary, he longed for the sea

in hopes to find Valinor

In this voyage he did succeed

Eärendil reached the western shore

To prove his worth

he pleaded before the Valar

to give aid to save Middle-Earth

and he convinced the lord of Aman

Thus the host of Valinor came

marching on on a long warpath

And as the skies were set aflame

it started the War of Wrath