They didn't care for the warning
They rode on to meet their foes
Over the bridge to Tumhalad's field
In death and ruin their fate was sealed
Dragon-helm with king at his side
Arms of Noldor in war once again
for many fell as daylight died
and among his kin the king was slain
Oh, the western world will mourn,
shed tears for evermore
Crying for the fall of Nargothrond
***(Gwindor, - Silmarillion)
"Let bearing pay for bearing! But ill-fated was mine, and vain is yours; for my body is marred beyond healing, and I must leave Middle-earth. And though I love you, son of Húrin, yet I rue the day that I took you from the Orcs. But your prowess and your pride, still I should have love and life, and Nargothrond should yet stand a while. Haste to save Finduilas, for she alone stands between you and your doom. If you fail her, it shall not fail to find you. Farewell my friend, farewell."***
The mighty dragon came over the bridge
In flames of Angband he covered the ridge
For many elves fell for death and pain
Slain by the sword or fire and flame
Oh, and Túrin witnessed all
the cries for evermore
The end for it all for Nargothrond
***(Glaurung, - Silmarillion)
"Evil have been all thy ways, son of Húrin. Thankless fosterling, outlaw, slayer of thy friend, thief of love, usurper of Nargothrond, captain foolhardy, and deserter of thy kin."***
"Orcs of Bauglir! Rob and rape!
Make sure no one escapes
Spill the blood, stain their halls!
Tear down the mighty Felagund's doors!
Do thy deeds, thy desires
I'll cast this kingdom into fire
The Black sword awaits at the gate
the downfall of his doomed fate"
Nai hiruvalyë Valimar
Spellbound, Túrin stood still
gone were his urges and intent to kill
The mighty serpent was laughing at him
who's life was all dark and grim
The elven maiden was dragged away
on this blood soaked doomsday
Upon a bridge stood the dragon-helm
before his dear lost elven realm
Nai hiruvalyë Valimar
***And so the gates of Felagund were destroyed and the once mighty kingdom of Nargothrond fell under the shadow of Morgoth. The father of dragons, Glaurung, set his lair there in the halls of Finrod and after five years he left to face the Black sword once more.***
