Henneth Annûn Story Archive

- Under Death's Wing -

How cold the ground, how hard the stone

No friends around; I'm all alone

How sweet the air of every breath

A warrior's dream my noble death

There is no glory, beauty none

To lay here broken in the sun

To watch as birds above the plain

Prepare to feast on my remains

To try and raise my sword again

And fight until the very end

As will commands to flesh and bone

And steel feels heavier than stone

The day grows dark, my dying eyes

Abandon me through my demise

I will not see what's left of me

My pride thus spared in agony

Though I know I have lost this fight

The shadow looms in all its might

Above me shattered on the ground

Its weapon raised to strike me down

There is no pity in his gaze

As cold and grim as icy maze

Of Helcaraxë that I've crossed

Chasing shadows, betrayed and lost

O Fëanor, my brother dear

To you I come in pain and fear

I failed to follow you before

But now we'll parted be no more

How I regret you could not see

The brother's love I had in me

So fearless, flaming in your wrath

You burnt our family in your path

But how is one to choose between

The different degrees of kin

Between the love of lord and wife

And of an older brother's life?

And torn forever, sad and shamed

I chose the voice of blood defamed

My naked blade at your command

To slay our people on our land

Your fate was sealed, a bitter oath

And tears unnumbered for us both

But now you rest, so long since dead

Unreachable to joy or dread

O Fëanor, o brother dear

I cannot see, I cannot hear

Morgoth has dealt his final blow

Are you beside me, do you know

Is there a heaven for the cursed

The lost, the traitors, the dispersed,

For eyes that turned away from light

And full of the Kinslaying's sight?

Is there a hope, is there a rest

For all the wills thus put to test

I come undone, and I shall bow

To what has bought your fateful vow.