Born with eons of sorrow
 Cursed son of Hurin
 Crossed the mountains of shadow
 Exiled from Dor Lomin
 Onward the hidden kingdom
 Away from the eyes of Morgoth
 Bearing the helm of his fathers
 Crafted by gold and grey steel

 Out of the land of Doriath
 He followed the ancestors call
 An army of lawless by his side
 Became the fear of the orcs
 Gurthang spread blood and disaster
 The time for battle has come
 No one can escape the black sword

 Dragonhelm, ruler of blacksword and steel
 Lord of fate

 Pride of the great house of Hador
 Shield me from wound and from death
 Strike in the fury of battle
 As the dragon that lies on the crest
 Fear in the hearts of beholders
 The powers of Hurin grow strong
 The serpent will die from the chosen
 No one can escape the black sword

 Dragonhelm, ruler of blacksword and steel
 Lord of fate