Lord of the Great Jewels | Fëanor AI Song | Silmarillion

AI Song about Fëanor from Silmarillion.

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Lyrics:

In the depths of Aman, a fire burned bright,
Fëanor, the son of the stars and light.
Crafted with hands that knew no rest,
The Silmarils, jewels of the blessed.
Three were born, in brilliance they gleamed,
Locked in their glow, a light long dreamed.
Captured essence of the Two Trees’ grace,
In his heart, pride took its place.

Oh, Fëanor, your hands did weave
The doom of elves, the world’s reprieve.
The Silmarils shine, but at what cost?
A burning flame, the light forever lost.

He stood alone in the halls of lore,
Not just a craftsman, but so much more.
His words were sharp, his heart was steel,
In passion’s flame, he could only feel.
The Valar marveled, yet fear they knew,
For what would come when his spirit flew.
The jewels of light became his soul,
A fractured heart with one dark goal.

Oh, Fëanor, your hands did weave
The doom of elves, the world’s reprieve.
The Silmarils shine, but at what cost?
A burning flame, the light forever lost.

Then darkness fell, Morgoth's hand,
He stole the light across the land.
Fëanor’s cry, an oath was sworn,
The world would break, his sons would mourn.
The ships would burn, blood would flow,
For Silmarils, none could let go.

Through battles fierce and skies of red,
The Noldor followed where Fëanor led.
But madness crept, and sorrow bled,
For every step, his kin lay dead.
In his eyes, the fire dimmed slow,
For all he sought, he could not know.
The jewels, the light, now far from sight,
And in his heart, eternal night.

Oh, Fëanor, your hands did weave
The doom of elves, the world’s reprieve.
The Silmarils shine, but at what cost?
A burning flame, the light forever lost.

Now in legend, your name remains,
A tale of pride, of love, of chains.
The Silmarils still in the stars do gleam,
A light unbroken, in a distant dream.