Hoisted colours, to the ruin of order
Time came eventually,
For the resolution of the eventful tale,
Fable of vice, sin, fall and desire,
The good old name of a lineage of superb monarchs,
Very little faith they ended up harbouring in such ardent spirit,
A grand empire may not be chained nor confined, they thought,
Greatest force on the earth, ruling over waves and powerful sires,
Númenor, fierce and proud, majesty of kings and legendary lords,
Five-pointed Star, raised by the will of the Holy Thrones,
And gifted to the loyal Men.
Men, who equally partook in the elder war,
Fighting side by side, beside the Eldar, their truest friends,
Finest kind among the mortal Children,
They feared not, fled not, nor were they to miss the epilogue of the ancient agony,
There were they, when the Good the most them needed,
By the ruthless hand of Morgoth, they suffered equal evilness,
In the grimmest hour, hope for the tortured Beleriand was born,
The Half-Elf, sung and worshipped in every lay,
Glorious mariner of all times, undaunted and gallant beyond reckon,
He took the rapid routes of the sea, to beg and speak before the Powers, for the sake of both kinds.
The divine might spoke in favour,
And so tyranny was ended,
A continent sank into the blue,
Carrying with it memories of joy and woe,
The Voyager would guard the ways of the ether in eternity,
Brightest star, he led Men to their new dwelling,
Far from the troubles of Middle-earth, and closest mortal shire to the undying shores,
Fashioned in the guise of such hope-infusing lamp of the firmament,
To be of good omen,
The first king was of the Saviour's kin, the twin who chose glory and death.
Noble crown, what have you done?
Why was the sacred alliance forsworn?
Why was friendship turned into envy?
Not willing to part from riches and clout, you began to yearn the life which lasts forever within the circles of Eä,
For your demise you deemed unjust fate and burden,
Alas, you have invited at your court the real bane of Men, disguised as a captive who rendered you all his pawns,
The worst crime against the order of the world,
War was waged against the Blessed Realm, in order to seize the holy country of the Archangels,
An enormous fleet sailed, vast as the sea itself, as an ominous stillness pervaded the waves,
The menacing sky was red and ardent as the wrath of the Western Lords, while the colours of the proud king's vessel were hoisted, to the ruin of the order.