Home of the Dead - Dwarrowdelf

Where the forest stream went through the wood

And silent all the stems there stood

There stood

Of tall trees moveless hanging dark

With mottled shadows shadows on their bark

No moon is there no voice no sound

Of beating heart a sigh profound

Once in each age as each age dies

As each age dies

Alone is heard

Far far it lies

As each age dies

Upon the plain there rushed forth and high

Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far away beyond might of day

And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay

Upon the plain there rushed forth and high

Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far away beyond might of day

And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay

As faint as a deep sleeper's breath

An echo came cold as cold as death

Long are the paths of shadow made

Where no foot's print

Dream to the suffer

No moon is there no voice no sound

Of beating heart a sigh profound

Once in each age as each age dies

As each age dies

Alone is heard

Far far it lies

As each age dies

Upon the plain there rushed forth and high

Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky

Far far away beyond might of day

And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay