Turin Son of Hurin

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