Eärendil Songtext
von Andi Grimsditch
Eärendil Songtext
Earendil was a mariner
That tarried in Arvernien
He built a boat of timber fell
In Embrathil to journey in
Her sails he wove of silver fair
Of silver were her lanterns made
Her prow was fashioned like a swan
And light upon her banners lay
In panoply of ancient kings
In chained rings he armoured him
His shining shield was scored with runes
To ward all wounds and harm from him
His bow was made of dragon-horn
His arrows shorn of ebony
Of silver was his harbingеon
His scabbard of chalcedony
His sword of stеel was valiant
Of adamant his helm atoll
An eagle plumed upon his crest
Upon his breast an emerald
Beneath the moon and the star
He wandered far from northern strands
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal hands
From gnashing of the narrow ice
Where shadow lies on frozen hills
From nether heaths and burning wastes
He turned in haste and roving still
On starless waters far astray
At last he came to night of naught
And passed and never sight he saw
Of shining shore no light he sought
The winds of wrath came driving him
And blindly in the foam he fled
From west to east an errand led
Unheralded he homeward sped
There flying Elwing came to him
And flame was in the darkness lit
More bright than light of diamond
The fire upon her carcanet
The Silmaril she bound on him
And crowned him with a living light
And dauntless then with burning brow
He turned his prow and in the night
From other world beyond the sea
There strong and free a storm arose
A wind of power in Tar-Menel
By path that seldom mortal goes
His boat it bore with biting breath
As might of death across the grey
And long-forsaken seas distressed
From east to west he passed away
Through ever night he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O′er leagues unlit and bounded shores
That drowned before the days began
Until he heard on strands of pearl
Where ends the world, a music lone
Wherever foaming billows roll
The yellow-golden tubas won
He saw the mountains silent rise
Where twilight lies upon the knees
Of Valinor and Eldamar
Beheld afar beyond the seas
A wanderer escaped from night
To haven wide he came at last
To Elven-home the green and fair
Where keen the air, where pale as glass
Beneath the hill of Ilmarin
A-glimmer in a valley sheer
The lamplit towers of Tirion
A-mirrored in the Shadow-mere
He tarried there from Earendrim
And melodies they taught to him
And sages old him marvels told
And harps of gold they brought to him
They clothed him then in Elven-white
And seven lights before him sent
As through the Calacirion
To hidden land Olóniwen
He came unto the timeless halls
Where shining fall the countless years
And endless reigns the Elder of theA Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
And words unheard were spoken then
Of folk of men and elven kin
Beyond the world were visions shown
Forbid to all that dwell therein
A ship then new they built for him
Of mithril and of elven-glass
With shining crown, no shame in all
Nor sail she bore on silver mast
The Silmaril as lantern light
And banner bright with living flame
To gleam thereon by Elbereth
Herself was said who thither came
And wings immortal made for him
And laid on him undying doom
To sail the shoreless skies and come
Behind the sun and light of moon
From Evereven's lofty hills
Where softly silver fountains fall
His wings him bore a wand′ring light
Beyond the mighty mountain wall
From world's end then he turned away
And yearned again to find afar
His home through shadows journeying
And burning as an island star
On high above the mists he came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the norland waters run
And over Middle-earth he passed
And heard at last the weeping sore
Of women and of elven-maids
In Elder Days and years of yore
But on him mighty doom was laid
Till moon should fade and orbit star to pass
And tarry nevermore on hither shore
Where mortals are, for ever still
A herald on an errand that should never rest
To bear his shining lamp afar
The flamethrow of western stars
That tarried in Arvernien
He built a boat of timber fell
In Embrathil to journey in
Her sails he wove of silver fair
Of silver were her lanterns made
Her prow was fashioned like a swan
And light upon her banners lay
In panoply of ancient kings
In chained rings he armoured him
His shining shield was scored with runes
To ward all wounds and harm from him
His bow was made of dragon-horn
His arrows shorn of ebony
Of silver was his harbingеon
His scabbard of chalcedony
His sword of stеel was valiant
Of adamant his helm atoll
An eagle plumed upon his crest
Upon his breast an emerald
Beneath the moon and the star
He wandered far from northern strands
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal hands
From gnashing of the narrow ice
Where shadow lies on frozen hills
From nether heaths and burning wastes
He turned in haste and roving still
On starless waters far astray
At last he came to night of naught
And passed and never sight he saw
Of shining shore no light he sought
The winds of wrath came driving him
And blindly in the foam he fled
From west to east an errand led
Unheralded he homeward sped
There flying Elwing came to him
And flame was in the darkness lit
More bright than light of diamond
The fire upon her carcanet
The Silmaril she bound on him
And crowned him with a living light
And dauntless then with burning brow
He turned his prow and in the night
From other world beyond the sea
There strong and free a storm arose
A wind of power in Tar-Menel
By path that seldom mortal goes
His boat it bore with biting breath
As might of death across the grey
And long-forsaken seas distressed
From east to west he passed away
Through ever night he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O′er leagues unlit and bounded shores
That drowned before the days began
Until he heard on strands of pearl
Where ends the world, a music lone
Wherever foaming billows roll
The yellow-golden tubas won
He saw the mountains silent rise
Where twilight lies upon the knees
Of Valinor and Eldamar
Beheld afar beyond the seas
A wanderer escaped from night
To haven wide he came at last
To Elven-home the green and fair
Where keen the air, where pale as glass
Beneath the hill of Ilmarin
A-glimmer in a valley sheer
The lamplit towers of Tirion
A-mirrored in the Shadow-mere
He tarried there from Earendrim
And melodies they taught to him
And sages old him marvels told
And harps of gold they brought to him
They clothed him then in Elven-white
And seven lights before him sent
As through the Calacirion
To hidden land Olóniwen
He came unto the timeless halls
Where shining fall the countless years
And endless reigns the Elder of theA Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
Silmarillion
A Silmarillion
And words unheard were spoken then
Of folk of men and elven kin
Beyond the world were visions shown
Forbid to all that dwell therein
A ship then new they built for him
Of mithril and of elven-glass
With shining crown, no shame in all
Nor sail she bore on silver mast
The Silmaril as lantern light
And banner bright with living flame
To gleam thereon by Elbereth
Herself was said who thither came
And wings immortal made for him
And laid on him undying doom
To sail the shoreless skies and come
Behind the sun and light of moon
From Evereven's lofty hills
Where softly silver fountains fall
His wings him bore a wand′ring light
Beyond the mighty mountain wall
From world's end then he turned away
And yearned again to find afar
His home through shadows journeying
And burning as an island star
On high above the mists he came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the norland waters run
And over Middle-earth he passed
And heard at last the weeping sore
Of women and of elven-maids
In Elder Days and years of yore
But on him mighty doom was laid
Till moon should fade and orbit star to pass
And tarry nevermore on hither shore
Where mortals are, for ever still
A herald on an errand that should never rest
To bear his shining lamp afar
The flamethrow of western stars
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