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Far beyond the ruins of Nargothrond

Old friend arrived to the halls of Thingol

He brought great curse, a share of Morgoth's wrath

And thus began the downfall of Doriath

He summoned the dwarves of Belegost

To reforge the mighty Nauglamir

To unite the treasures once lost

The nacklace and the Silmaril

But Nogrod's folk became his foes

They claimed the treasure to their own

Enthralled and amazed by the glow

Of the great gemstone

With lies they brought the dwarven host

To sack the mighty Thousand Caves

Slaying guards onto their post

Betraying elves in mischievous ways

Defying Thingol's rule

A carnage the dwarves would bring

To walk away with the jewel

They killed the Sindar high king

With Silmaril, dwarves tried to escape

On their way at Sarn Athrad

They met their gruesome fate

Death by the hand of elvish wrath

Beren took the precious stone

The one he held again

Stolen from the king on iron throne

He took the gem to Tol Galen

O Thingol, the king of silver gold

Father of the frail nightingale

Tinuviel Luthien

Now laments on thy death

After Beleriand had mourned the loss of king Thingol, his heir Dior, son of Beren and Luthien took the crown of kingdom of Doriath. After his parents deaths, he became the bearer of the Silmaril and together with his queen, Nimloth, they ruled in peace.

Three years he served as a king upon his throne

But word spread far and wide and doom was coming to his home

O the bearers of the oath were wandering on the roads

Through out the sacred land of Beleriand

The hand that wields the sword, the head of Noldor horde

Led by the oath they swore with Fëanor

The word spread far and wide and thus the sons of Fëanor arrived to Doriath to claim their own, forced by their oath

Elves killing elves, the kinslaying all over again

Blood and flesh and guts, the Sindar hosts are slain

King and queen and three brothers all gone

The thousand caves flooded with blood in the dawn

But young princess Elwing got away

She survived and lived to tell the tale

At the mouths of Sirion they met those who had survived

And together the elves sang to those who had died

O Melian, loved by everyone

Went back to Lórien whence she came

Musing over birth of death in Middle-Earth

No joy will follow her sorrow

Darkness wins again but it is not the end

Eärendil sails to blessed land in west