1. The way thru Helkaraxe
We need this stained name no more,
And Noldor ought to forge a skill to live -
The most reliable weapon in the world.
Indeed, o brother, we will ever keep
In mind your treason. If the peaky crags
Beside the coast do not point their steep
And steely blades into my people's breast,
And if the twins of Tintalle' stars,
The wintry stars of blizzard, ice and snow,
Do not become, sparkling near and far,
The bed of our long-wished home,
We won't forget forever dazzling blaze
Of both the baneful Suns, which charred the souls
Of people, freezing in the fastest chase
For glory, vengeance, life - or deathly dole.
So come, at last, day I am waiting for,
When pain of mine will fade! And as I feel it,
I'll say: "Valar forgive you, Feanor,
Burnt in the inner fire Flaming Spirit!"