Many people shall come,
Many people shall go,
Yet time for us does not go slow,
Days go by as we stay the same,
Death over us has no claim.

For we are the Immortal,
Wisest and fairest of all,
The earth around us my change and fall,
Much may happen but we will remain,
As there is no such thing as the elvish-bane.

We may die for our people,
Or of a broken heart,
But we were meant to live on from the start,
When our time is past from this world of men,
We will go to the Undying Lands and never here again.