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