“Then Fingolfin beheld the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar.”

War torn and crimson,
Ruin untold claims my fair Beleriand!
Wrathful is my ride, avenger’s right
To liberate my beloved Beleriand!

Like the wind, like the storm
I hasten ever on
Astride my great stallion of war
Elven steel to challenge the might of Morgoth!

Underneath the skies of yore
Triumphant star borne songs
Where in honour the elvenking wars!

“Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came.”

O valiant king, mighty Elven lord
Proudly sound thy horn!
Let thine enemy step forth,
Greet him with heart and sword!

“The rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin’s horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband…”

Before the gates of iron sod
I know I stand alone,
Blade unsheathing –
A victory hope in eclipse waning!

Shine Ringil, Shine!
Shine this one time,
Shine furious in the fight
Let all see thy light!

Thunderclaps of Grond
Woe! The Elvenking falls,
The challenger of doom has lost…

So let it be. Praise our most noble liege and king!