Music by Alex Armuschio
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
THERE, WHERE GOLD-LEAFED BEECHES STOOD
BETWEEN BROOK AND SACRED WOOD
DOWN THAT EVER-WINDING TRAIL
FOLLOW THE UNFURLING TALE
FROM TALL HILLS, WHERE BIRCHES GREW
THROUGH GRASS BLADES PEARLING WITH DEW
AND UP YONDER BLOOMING GLEN
INTO HEIGHTS BEYOND YOUR KEN
A VOICE WILL RISE, EXPAND AND FLY
THE STORY OF CENTURIES GONE BY
OF SOMETHING AWFUL AND SUBLIME
REMEMBRANCE OF A DISTANT TIME
OF GLORY AND TROUBLES, BEAUTY AND SHAME
AUDACIOUS DEEDS AND BLOODY BLAME
SEE THREE GEMS OF GLARING LIGHT
IN THE MIRTH THAT FOES SHALL SMITE
GARDENS OF ETERNAL FEASTS
HOTBEDS OF THE FOULEST BEASTS
AND THE ELVEN-SONGS WILL TELL
OF THE HIGHBORN KIN THAT FELL
OF A SELF-INFLICTED SCOURGE
OF A CATACLYSMAL PURGE
SONS OF EARTH, WISE AND UNWISE
SOUGHT AND COURTED THEIR DEMISE
WHAT THEY WILLED, FOUL OR FAIR
WAS THE FRUIT THEY HAD TO BEAR
TANGLED IN A FATAL GAME
SUFFERING TILL RANSOM CAME
WANING FROM THE LANDS THEY CROSSED
ACHING STILL FOR WHAT THEY LOST
℗ Rockshots Records – Ainur