Once long ago a battle great
Raged at Mordors eastern gate

There fought Gil-Galad the Elven king
Of whom the Elves long would sing

And with him the great kings of men,
Elendil and Anarion

For upon them Saurons shadow fell
And where they dwelleth no man can tell

But though however great the cost
The battle long was not yet lost

The prince Isildur then went forward
And grasped his fathers shattered sword

On that day History was made
For with Narsil’s broken blade,

Isildur, son of the king,
Cut from Saurons hand the ring.