Music by Luca Catalano
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
AND BEREN SPOKE AND HIS VOICE RANG
IN THE HALL OF CARVEN STONE
ASKING FOR THE HAND OF THE MAID THAT SANG
LIKE THE NIGHTINGALE AND EVERY NIGHT SHONE
THE GEM OF TWILIGHT THAT NOTHING COULD DIM
IN DORIATH, THE HIDDEN LAND OF TREES,
THE CREATURE OF LOVELINESS THAT HAD COME TO HIM
WHEN HIS LIFE WAS GOING TO FREEZE
THEN THINGOL IN ENMITY ROSE
DEMANDING THE MOST UNREACHABLE THING
A JEWEL FOR HIS JEWEL, AND ONE OF THOSE SET
IN THE CROWN OF THE CURSED KING
ONE OF THE SILMARILS, PIERCING WITH FIRE
THE GLOOM OF ANGBAND WHERE FOULNESS LAY
SO HIS OWN WORDS OF DISTRUST AND IRE
DECREED THE PRICE THAT HE WAS TO PAY
THE RUIN OF DORIATH WAS BROUGHT ABOUT
℗ Electromantic Music – Ainur