Lyrics
Ancalima,
Anduril,
Lissi Randir, met nqwalme;
Aduial rom morchaint.
Nuvalmet mandon-
Cuivianthir nu linte,
yuldar avanier.
Pel’ huine farothen me
Gurth me nanundulav.
Estgal
Estel
Eruyome,
Lhawe.
Long light,
Fire of the West,
Sweet wanderer, we too, torment;
Twilight trumpets cast dark shapes.
We will be imprisoned
The awakening river,
like draughts, will pass away.
Surrounding darkess hunts us,
Death now comes to drown us.
Hiding Hope,
One of God,
Hear us.
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