Mornië ut¨ lië…
Mornië alantië…
Darkness has come… darkness has fallen…
The sun still settles in the west,
The fellbeasts cry…
The blades lye eaten through with rust,
The memories die…
Shining with light he seemed,
Miar, not of my kin…
We met, at sunset on a road, that stank of sin…
… … the wind grew silent in the trees, the moon rose blurred,
We spoke together and he laughed,
…No joke I'd heard…
He said I'd stand forever by his side,
I had his word…
And so, I took my ring from him,
And from, light, turned…
Mornië alantië…
Mornië ut¨ lië…
darkness has fallen…Darkness has come…
… I do not know when first it was, ...my form grew cold…
But all that was centuries ago…
… Now I am old…
