from east they came
to west their hands reached
towards the undying lands
of glory and light eternal

but the gates to that place
were forever sealed to them
their days were short
and swiftly death carried them

might and strength they held
not as mighty as the firstborn
but a menace to the enemy of light
might and strength they held
not as mighty as the firstborn
but a menace to the creator of fear

from east they came
to west their hands reached
towards the undying lands
of glory and light eternal

some seduced by the dark ones
forever doomed
some resisted
their days were short
but tales of heroism
and glory tell of them

might and strength they held
not as mighty as the firstborn
but a menace to the enemy of light
might and strength they held
not as mighty as the firstborn
but a menace to the creator of fear

no one knew where they went after passing away
no to the halls of mandos like the elven kind
not like the dwarves that go to aule in their end

some went to serve evil as soulles beings
cloacked in darkness and despair
some never witnessed what was beyond
enslaved to torment light

from east they came
to west their hands reached
towards the undying lands
of glory and light eternal
swiftly death carried them