Author's Note: I was watching Pentatonix's rendition of "Hallelujah," and their skill is incredible, but some of the lyrics aren't my favourite. So I rewrote them as a lament for Gandalf after he fell in Moria.
Disclaimer: Many of the lines are stolen from Tolkien's incredible books, in addition to stealing the characters, world, and events. Because that's what thieves do.
An old man in a battered hat,
who leaned upon a thorny staff,
And in our tongues he spoke to us with wisdom.
Well, he led us on through mountains tall
down in the deeps and through the hall,
and as we walked he taught us hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
He stood upon the bridge alone,
and faced the darkness there enthroned,
and the light was with him – hallelujah.
But as it fell the darkness reached,
it took him down into the breech
the emptiness echoed that hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
With stumbling feet we fled his tomb,
but in our hearts we had a wound,
the drums, they rolled a mournful sound behind us.
And we won our way to daylight blest
And by the stream we stopped to rest,
With a spent and with a wounded hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
Lothlorien, it sheltered us,
and in their songs of life and love
We learned to sing a truer hallelujah.
For hurts were healed, and strength regained,
But in our hearts the loss remained,
And with our loss we learned this hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.