Gil-galad the elven king
Of the Noldor
Rules all the northern lands
From the Redhorn
Down to the sea

In quiet Rivendell
He is crying
For war has come to them
They are dying
And crossing the sea

"Would I could lead armies into cursed Mordor
And topple Sauron from his fiery keep
But he is strong and we are weary of the long war
And I must make way for the age of men
And I must make way for the age of men"

Gil-galad the elven king
When they found him
Full clad in mithril mail
He had fallen
Beneath the dark lord's feet

And then to Valinor
Came his spirit
But still he tarries near
All the quiet
Shores of the sea

"Would I could lead armies of my proudest people
Banners waving just as in my youth
But there in Middle-Earth they number but a handful
For we have made way for the age of men
We have made way for the age of men"