Through The Darkness you Stand
Song of the White Tree
A symbol of hope, of life, you teach...
Yet it seems now, the stakes are mounted
To high for even your branches to reach...
And black is the color that seeps from you now
A stench like sulfur wafts from your flowers...
To the fate of the king your trunk will bow
And break within his final hours...
Such is not the fate of the White Tree...
For lo, even when all hope seems lost, the dimmest lights can shine the
brightest,
When pain is deep and grief is long, the bands of friendship hold the
tightest,
Inside the hearts of those who love, the burden of fear will lie the
lightest,
And if there is peace within a soul, the soul will never die.
So bind the fates as ever you will, as the darkness creeps and the flowers
fall...
Returned will be the king of light, to banish darkness, end its thrall,
So fear not now the black of death, for it will wash away,
The return of the King, to the tree of white...
The rebirth of the light, Yallume!
Yallume: Elvish exclamation, At last!