I tell a tale that old men hail,
Old women lend their ears.
'Tis of fright and deepest night
That ere so many years
Has brought upon a newer song
Where we sing and dance with glee!
So sit, dear friend, your ear should lend,
I shall recount all to thee.
Once, ere the world was yet unfurled
Afore Man took his first breath,
The Ainuir sang, the beauty rang
And fashioned life and death.
Iluvatar and all his pow'r
Sent forth these dieties strong.
Arda was made with their serenade,
It did not take them long.
The ones who took charge their status came large,
They were appointed the Valar.
So they ruled over the way and there they held sway
And can still be found thus far.
But there was one who despised such fun,
Melkor was his name.
He led some astray and with this array
He stared the War-game.
Elves were then born much to his scorn,
And they travelled forth to Valinor
Until the Great Sundering which left them all wondering
Until when should they seek the shore?
The second-born came to the Elves' disdain
For they were weak and through them flowed ill.
The Silmarils were made and their Lord them forbade
The touch of anyone else.
Melkor, now Morgoth was often seen loth
Wreaking havoc on Elves and on Men.
He stole the Great Jewels and put them to use
In his own great iron diadem.
Well, long story short a young man did thwart
The Dark Lord's pland and his lair.
Beren his name and with him came
Lúthien, an Elven-child fair.
The Silmarils were recovered and to this day they hover
In the vast Night so dark.
So hear now, child, the tale wild
Open your ears now to hark.
For such is the past, though t'would not last,
But the joy of our Gods brings us in.
Ne'er now we see such monstrosity,
And e'er since we've said: it begins.
Old women lend their ears.
'Tis of fright and deepest night
That ere so many years
Has brought upon a newer song
Where we sing and dance with glee!
So sit, dear friend, your ear should lend,
I shall recount all to thee.
Once, ere the world was yet unfurled
Afore Man took his first breath,
The Ainuir sang, the beauty rang
And fashioned life and death.
Iluvatar and all his pow'r
Sent forth these dieties strong.
Arda was made with their serenade,
It did not take them long.
The ones who took charge their status came large,
They were appointed the Valar.
So they ruled over the way and there they held sway
And can still be found thus far.
But there was one who despised such fun,
Melkor was his name.
He led some astray and with this array
He stared the War-game.
Elves were then born much to his scorn,
And they travelled forth to Valinor
Until the Great Sundering which left them all wondering
Until when should they seek the shore?
The second-born came to the Elves' disdain
For they were weak and through them flowed ill.
The Silmarils were made and their Lord them forbade
The touch of anyone else.
Melkor, now Morgoth was often seen loth
Wreaking havoc on Elves and on Men.
He stole the Great Jewels and put them to use
In his own great iron diadem.
Well, long story short a young man did thwart
The Dark Lord's pland and his lair.
Beren his name and with him came
Lúthien, an Elven-child fair.
The Silmarils were recovered and to this day they hover
In the vast Night so dark.
So hear now, child, the tale wild
Open your ears now to hark.
For such is the past, though t'would not last,
But the joy of our Gods brings us in.
Ne'er now we see such monstrosity,
And e'er since we've said: it begins.