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"