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Once the City of Kings Where the Elven Lord Elros made his home Among the blossoming growth Sweet laughs caught upon the wind The Star of Eärendil brightens the night sky with the fading light of the Two Trees
And the Valar watch us with kind eyes and tender care Tis Númenor where life is untainted and death is unknown,
But Annatar- Lord of Gifts- showed us the altar and decorated it with wynorrific things The Good God Morgoth who we shed our bliss for The promise of immortality, of days spent to praise the seas and land But alas! As we reached the Valar’s home, our white city turned black and soiled
The ground quaked with anger, and fire bit flesh So Ulmo swallowed the great kingdom, men and women and children taken to the depths of his home Tis the fate of Númenor, as such with every Man.