Gil-Galads Untergang / The Fall of Gil-Galad

Gil-Galad war ein Elbenfürst.
Die Harfe klagt im Liede noch:
Von Berg und Meer umfriedet lag
Sein reich im Glanz und ohne Joch.

Sein Schwert war lang, sein Speer war kühn,
Weithin sein Helm aus Silber schien;
Und silbern spiegelte sein Schild
Der Sterne tausendfaches Bild.

Doch lange schon ritt er davon,
Weiß keiner, wo der Reiter blieb;
Sein Stern versank in Düsternis
In Mordors finsterem Verlies.

Gil-galad was an elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountains and the sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are.