Once evil Morgoth, all of himself,
He wanted to conquer Beleriand.
And he collected the Caudle of the wild orcs
And he drove them out of Tangorodrimu:
- Hey! The host is black! Get out of the different holes!
We will defeat the Podgorno tribe and the Tingolovskie weasels.
In the West, in Aman, lived Feanor.
He sharpened a fang on the Black Lord.
And now the ravenous Noldor is about to fight
And Valaram climbed into the Harbor in spite of:
- Hey! Wonderful Teleri! Set sail!
To Beleriand, to Middle-earth, shaking the skies!
The Valar condemned the audacious campaign,
And the Teleri were screaming, they say, we won't let you in.
And how it happened, no one understood
But then the murder ensued.
- Hey! Evil Noldors! We, loved ones, have been offended!
Hit the Telerey, don't be afraid of blood, and fight off the ships!
In Losgar they crawled out onto the shores
Hangover Noldors with loud obscenities:
Well, where is your gallows Angaband here?
The ships blazed, and Doriath appeared.
- Hey! Brave Noldors! Unfold the Star Banner!
The air rang, the mountains cracked, and everything was still bad.
Orcs came to the blaze of the fire,
They attacked the hungover with a vicious gopa.
But nothing they could do
And right there they found their fast end.
- Hey! Brave Noldors! Unfold the Star Banner!
Drive the orcs, beat the reptile-Morgoth, soon everything will be nice!
Morgoth lay in great confusion,
And, obviously wanting something evil,
With a gnarled scimitar picking in his teeth
And the Balrogs sent a division into battle:
- Hey! Evil Balrogs! My fiery whips!
Come on, get out! - drags them by the legs from the open-hearth furnace.
The Noldor burned with the flame of Haman,
And to send all enemies stronger,
Feanor himself rolled out:
"And Elberet is such a wonderful mother!"
- Hey! Balrogs fucking! Damn, you bums Angband!
Come on, get out! - drags them by the legs under the Noldor knives.
A powerful skirmish occurred.
Feanor got carried away, waving drone.
The Bichevskaya mob came from the rear
And with the flame of Udun, the father burned.
- Pancake! Evil Balrogs! - the sons were furious.
Foaming at the mouth, they crashed into the fight and defended the king.
The gadgets did not help - the hero died.
And his great spirit was gone.
But his banner flies over his head,
And the cool Noldor remembers his case.
- Hey! Brave Noldors! Unfold the Star Banner!
Let everything burn, the mountains are crumbling, because the whole world is all the same -
mess!