Namárië

Gone the fallen leaves the wind has swept


Forever lost the feathers of countless years


The ruins of wordless walls beyond the West


The everlasting echo of swords and spears

Beneath the flickering flames in Varda's vault 


There flows a river blue without a halt

Who shall now refill the chalice in my hands?


For now has Varda's veil of mist and clouds


Enshrined the vales and mounts of Valimar


And darkness spreading like a thousand shrouds