Caranthir

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