Небольшой изврат на английском

[Alchere]

До сих пор ещё не знаю, про кого это. Кажется, про кого-то из Феанорингов...


My hope’s behind the dreadful mountains,
My faith is moaning under whips…
My life is spent, my strength is broken,
My heart is burning – I am lost…

I’m lost – this thought is sharp within me,
I’m dead – ‘cause here there is no life,
I’m at the brink, I’m at the border,
I’m nearly senseless – but I live…

I saw their death, and with my brethren
I hurried to the sea – to flee…
I saw Him frown, I saw them linger,
I saw us leave… I saw him die!

My father, taken by the madness,
My sire, my King – he burnt in flame…
My soul was torn in two, and now
My mind is torn. Now it’s far worse…