In the land by the darkest sea,
Where no leaf ever turned to green,
Nor any man that will ever be,
Should find his way back through the streams,
There he came as life unseen,
And faced the sound of waves dying,
He watched the stars reflect on him,
And felt the deep soil muttering.

The roots of the earth in a scream,
Stopped him from moving his feet,
And just as if in a dream,
The Voice of the Earth spoke to him,
She uttered a sound of grief,
A lament coming from the deep,
The song made him fall to his knees,
His hands in the sand, listening,

The Voice began low but clearly,
A tale full of melancholy,
About days no man has seen,
When all the land was blue and green,
Here in the woods close to a tree,
A life appeared as wavelets on the sea,
Whispers grew him across the earth,
The silent forest was watching,

I first felt the the cold winter wind,
The gentle comforting sea breeze,
That filled my lungs so peacefully,
And gave birth to a new morning,
Now I awake and birds I see,
A music floating through the trees,
I hear sighes and whisperings,
My people, my kind was rising,
We looked for a place wandering far,
Beyond the edge of many woods,
By light of moon and ray of star,
In frost and storm, all shivering,
To finally reach the Golden hill,
A blessed land for those who grieve,
We danced and everyday was full of sounds,
Witnesses of time's wanderings.

Long years had passed but there it came,
A frozen Winter followed Spring,
Clouds and rain put an end to games,
Of children gently playing,
A silent threat defiled the fields,
Corrupting even purest things,
Doom fell on the Golden Hill,
The disease widely spreading,
In houses and clans fights arose,
Tearing apart many homes,

Evil plan corrupted souls,
And soon they all broke the oath,
Shedding their own blood on stones,
On which they used to sit and sing,
And tell old stories, laughing,

The elder of the old king's sons,
Was the first to leave the hill,
Joined by the more gifted ones,
He ventured far beyond the seas,
To finally come to a coast,
That seemed virgin as he got close,
To the land that long ago had seen,
His own people rising,
As centuries of fights and wars,
Reduced all forests to ashes,
For the last time he went through the doors,
And journeyed to the darkest sea,
There he stopped and faced the waves,
And told his story to the sea,
He sang a song long after will be,
Only heard by men once,
The Elven Tragedy.