Memories Beyond Time
The days are getting darker
Out in the world of Men
I sit here in my Wooden Halls
As the time goes by, years, centuries
I do not speak as I am listening
No one needs to know my thoughts
I am in the silence, the void
Filled with old pictures, memories long lost
I remember those tombs of ancient kings
Once empty, unmade, so pure
And the time they came the graves of the men
Victims of death, curse of mortals, for sure
I even remember the first white flower
Blooming Simbelmynë on the lonely grave
Lonely resting place of a mighty king
Lord of The Horse Masters in the end of his grace
Yet it seems like it was yesterday
For me the time does not matter
It is like a stream going by
And as I stay still on the shore, I feel sadder
When I look at the flow
Of people living, dying, going by
No one sees I am still watching
So I turn my back to the stream and sigh
I sigh in relief and I sigh in sorrow
For no man remembers the old
I live only in legends and tales
Books, carvings, others they sold
I have wished for the winds from times beyond
To fulfil my hopes, my greatest dreams
But the wind keeps blowing by like the stream
Far to the West, shores of the mystic seas
And again I bow my head to the wind
I must still keep waiting, I see