ODE TO FËANOR

Av: Fëanor
Bild: Taurrohir

Sung by his sons.

Long live the name of our great father, Fëanor; Eru's most beloved and talented child.
His fiery spirit was crafted in days of yore,
And inside his great frame it did ever burn wild. It drove him to conquest; it drove him to glory;
It drove him to do things both valiant and fell.
But it drove him as well to the end of his story
And where now he dwelleth none living can tell. His spirit has faded, his light is extinguished;
Just like the Two Trees in fair Valinor.
But he shall be avenged and his foes shall be vanquished
And Fëanor shall be victorious once more.

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