The light of Nenya is fading
In the golden wood of mallorn trees
The singing is heard no more
Those who once felt the heart of elvendom
No longer feel her heartbeat
Seasons slowly come and fade
As those who once remembered
The glowing of dew drops in the trees
Leave this world
And make their way to the harbor, to their hearts’ desire
They follow their lady
The Lady of Light
To the Havens Grey
Across the vast blue sea
The magic of life passes
The ancient beauty of Lothlórien is no more.
For its time is up.
And the age of man is here…