Roll up the drum,
Pass it down the line
Pass it down to the end,
Time to die.

Clash your swords
And gnash your teeth,
Show the boss you're keen
Ready to die

A star shines out
Over the mountain
Gives hope to the Elves
Who cannot die.

Men fall like wheat
Beneath our scythe
Elves enter unknown night
We taught you how to die!

One half the world is night
Our lives are shadow
Born to fear the morning light
Born to die.

In our minds are memories
Sorcery could not kill
Of Elven green and Elven heart
Better to die.

with apologies to Pilbara Orc

- Varda