(©Emyn Muil 2013)

“Túrin Turambar, Dagnir Glaurunga”

Cold winds blow through the chamber where you born,
dark hair and fiery spirit of your father,
the path is gloomy and your fate leads you astray,
from your home and heart you were forced to leave far away.

For years you stayed with elves till you became a man,
tall and proud, you grew up in peaceful lands,
but no one can escape from the destiny,
you’ll be remebered for your name, ‘cause you are…

“Túrin Turambar, Dagnir Glaurunga”

“You want to be a master of your fate
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you a peaceful life.”

Over what I have done
Over what I really am.
Adanedhel they call me.
Agarwaen I name myself.

Over what I have done
Over what I really am.
Mormegil they call me
Turambar I am

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