[ti:Nevrast]
[ar:Ainulindalё]
[al:Nevrast]
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[00:30.500]In the land by the darkest sea,
[00:34.000]Where no leaf ever turned to green,
[00:37.900]Nor any man that will ever be,
[00:41.400]Should find his way back through the streams,
[00:44.900]There he came as life unseen,
[00:52.400]And faced the sound of waves dying,
[01:00.000]He watched the stars reflect on him,
[01:07.200]And felt the deep soil muttering.
[01:16.200]
[01:23.300]The roots of the earth in a scream,
[01:27.300]Stopped him from moving his feet,
[01:30.800]And just as if in a dream,
[01:34.600]The Voice of the Earth spoke to him,
[01:38.300]She uttered a sound of grief,
[01:45.500]A lament coming from the deep,
[01:53.000]The song made him fall to his knees,
[02:00.400]His hands in the sand, listening,
[02:10.000]
[02:23.500]The Voice began low but clearly,
[02:28.400]A tale full of melancholy,
[02:31.900]About days no man has seen,
[02:35.300]When all the land was blue and green,
[02:39.300]Here in the woods close to a tree,
[02:46.600]A life appeared as wavelets on the sea,
[02:54.300]Whispers grew him across the earth,
[03:01.400]The silent forest was watching,
[03:10.400]
[04:25.300]I first felt the the cold winter wind,
[04:29.200]The gentle comforting sea breeze,
[04:33.000]That filled my lungs so peacefully,
[04:36.600]And gave birth to a new morning,
[04:40.300]Now I awake and birds I see,
[04:47.300]A music floating through the trees,
[04:54.900]I hear sighes and whisperings,
[05:02.900]My people, my kind was rising,
[05:09.800]We looked for a place wandering far,
[05:13.300]Beyond the edge of many woods,
[05:17.100]By light of moon and ray of star,
[05:20.900]In frost and storm, all shivering,
[05:24.600]To finally reach the Golden hill,
[05:31.600]A blessed land for those who grieve,
[05:40.000]We danced and everyday was full of sounds,
[05:46.400]Witnesses of time's wanderings.
[05:54.400]
[07:07.000]Long years had passed but there it came,
[07:10.000]A frozen Winter followed Spring,
[07:13.700]Clouds and rain put an end to games,
[07:17.100]Of children gently playing,
[07:20.200]A silent threat defiled the fields,
[07:24.300]Corrupting even purest things,
[07:27.300]Doom fell on the Golden Hill,
[07:31.300]The disease widely spreading,
[07:34.700]In houses and clans fights arose,
[07:38.400]Tearing apart many homes,
[07:41.900]
[07:45.900]Evil plan corrupted souls,
[07:48.600]And soon they all broke the oath,
[07:52.100]Shedding their own blood on stones,
[07:55.400]On which they used to sit and sing,
[07:59.100]And tell old stories, laughing,
[08:03.200]
[08:30.200]The elder of the old king's sons,
[08:33.800]Was the first to leave the hill,
[08:37.500]Joined by the more gifted ones,
[08:40.700]He ventured far beyond the seas,
[08:44.400]To finally come to a coast,
[08:47.500]That seemed virgin as he got close,
[08:51.000]To the land that long ago had seen,
[08:54.800]His own people rising,
[08:58.500]As centuries of fights and wars,
[09:01.100]Reduced all forests to ashes,
[09:04.900]For the last time he went through the doors,
[09:08.400]And journeyed to the darkest sea,
[09:12.000]There he stopped and faced the waves,
[09:15.400]And told his story to the sea,
[09:18.800]He sang a song long after will be,
[09:22.700]Only heard by men once,
[09:25.900]The Elven Tragedy.
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