The Fall of Gondolin

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Cruachan (IPA: /kɹwaxan/, KROOAKHAWN ) is a heavy metal band from Dublin, Ireland that has been active since the 1990s. They have been acclaimed as having "gone the greatest lengths of anyone in their attempts to expand" the genre of folk metal. They are recognised as one of the founders of the genre of folk metal. With a specific focus on Celtic music and the use of Celtic mythology in their lyrics, Cruachan's style of folk metal is known as Celtic metal. The band named themselves after the archaeological site of Rathcroghan in Ireland also known as Cruachan. more »

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The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth 
It's splendour was highly acclaimed 
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong 
In the land were Turgon Reigned 
Then Tuor was sent by Ulmo 
The lord of the ocean and sea 
To tell the people of Gondolin 
Prepare to fight or flee 

But Turgon he was stubborn 
"That will I not do!" 
He had grown to love his city 
And the terror of Morgoth he knew 

The city was discovered 
And Morgoth sent his legions 
Orc warriors with the fire-drakes 
Led by the Balrog demons 

They appeared before the gates and quickly the Gates fell 
The way was now clear, through the Elven halls 
The orcs of such hatred poured into the breath 
With scimitars they stabbed both man and beast 

The Noldor Elf advanced with hammer of wrath 
And the kindred of the tree-bravely they fought 
The blows from their hammers, the dint of their clubs 
The orcs fell like leaves but this was not enough 

The lord of the Balrogs gathered his demons 
And made for the folk of the hammer 
They fled in terror rather than of craft 
Down in the plain they all gathered 
But the fire-drake was loosed upon them 
In the house of the hammer they died 
Still it is sung that each Elf of the hammer 
Took the lives of seven orcs to pay for their own 

Gothmog drove the dragons into the cities heart 
Orcs and Noldor fell under the confusion 
The cold-drakes began to tear the streets apart 
The Noldor began to realise the battle they'd lose 

The most beautiful city built on the middle-earth 
It's splendour was highly acclaimed 
The Noldor Elf grew mighty and strong 
In the land were Turgon Reigned 
But now it lay akin to ruins 
As the fire devoured its insides 
The last hope for the Elves who lived 
Was to run and flee abd hide 

But Turgon was a noble king 
"That will I not do!" 
He stayed to die in the city 
The only one he knew!

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