Riding through the veil of night,
Beneath the moon's pale silver light.
Fingolfin, king with eyes aflame,
To challenge darkness, he boldly came.

Echoes of despair fill the air,
But courage drives away the fear.

Hear the sound of clashing steel,
Under stars, the wounds will heal.
Against the shadow, he takes his stand,
Defying fate, sword in hand.

Gates of Angband loom ahead,
Whispers of doom and days of dread.
Morgoth's laughter shakes the ground,
Yet the Elven king stands unbowed.

Winds of fate begin to churn,
But in his heart, the fires burn.

Hear the sound of clashing steel,
Under stars, the wounds will heal.
Against the shadow, he takes his stand,
Defying fate, sword in hand.

Blows are traded, thunder roars,
Earth is split with mighty force.
Seven wounds the Dark Lord bears,
A legacy forged through despair.

Though shadows claim his final breath,
His spirit shines, transcending death.
Songs will tell of his brave fight,
An eternal flame against the night.

Hear the sound of clashing steel,
Under stars, the wounds will heal.
Against the shadow, he took his stand,
Defying fate, sword in hand.

In tales and legends, he'll remain,
Fingolfin's courage shall not go wane.
A beacon in the darkest hour,
The fallen king of Elven power.