Sleeping…
The lineage of old
Dreaming…
In embrace of soil

The seed in soil
The secret in heart
Hiding a tender
silver leaf curled

Hiding and waiting:
Through a Dark age
will rise a light:
Nimloth’s lineage

Sleeping…
The lineage of old
Dreaming…
In embrace of soil

The ancient lineage
of Elendil through
darkness will emerge
with the heart true

Broken sword renewed;
In field of stone
I wake to new life
Forgotten, lone

Sleeping…
The lineage of old
Dreaming…
In embrace of soil

I stretch to the Sun:
In the cold snow
its rays will give me
the strength to grow

Till the time comes:
“Yé! utúvienyes!”