Far in the north, the wolf howls alone
The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero
Among men and elves, he fought the black horde
To escape from his doom and claim what he lost

By glory deeds he forged his fiery soul
Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord
Soon in the end, he’ll leave from this land
Because the truth can kill even the strongest heart

Upon the hill of sorrow lies your name
The rain flows on your grave, like tears from the sky
Hail to the Black Sword!
Black sword of black doom!

You murderer against yourself
Your wrath towards the elves and men
The victory in Morgoth’s hands, they will cry
For those who don’t deserve to die

Far in the south, the eagle sings loud
The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero
Among men and elves, he lived far from home
To escape from his doom and claim what he lost

In Nargothrond you forged your mighty sword
Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord
Soon in the end, you’ll leave from this land
Hear the call of death, and die by your hand