Så kom han den 7 april på kvällen, vår egen lilla stjärnpojke
"Gil-galad was an Elven-king
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountains and the sea
His spear was long, his lance was keen
His shining helm afar was seen
The countlss stars of heavens field
Were mirrored in his silver shield
But long ago he rode away
And where he dwelleth none can say
In Mordor where the shadows are"
