Swearing an ominous oath that would pursue them all
His seven sons promising this in the blood red torch light
Naming their witnesses; Valar, man, elf, demon will fall
If they once possession took of the silmarils bright
High above them stood a figure
Words of warning do not go forth
The voice rang loud and terrible as he
Uttered the prophecy of the north
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
Some there spoke against these words, do not pursue this quest
Yet others saw unguarded lands, a new realm to be found
Daring not to defy their own blood, going back to the west
With all the kinslaying done, to the oath they were bound
High above them stood a figure
Words of warning do not go forth
The voice rang loud and terrible as he
Uttered the prophecy of the north
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
Into darkness ye are led
Unnumbered tears ye shall shed
Many there quailed but few left, they felt trapped in a vice
Fëanor led them northwards, they would never return
Coming at last to the cold shores, facing the grinding ice
Their bold cunning leader crossed and said "Let the ships burn!"
High above them stood a figure
Words of warning do not go forth
The voice rang loud and terrible as he
Uttered the prophecy of the north
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
High above them stood a figure
Words of warning do not go forth
The voice rang loud and terrible as he
Uttered the prophecy of the north
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"
"Slain ye may be, slain ye shall be
By weapon and by torment and by grief!"