Leave the halls and caverns deep Were the forests wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim
Float beyond the world of trees Past the rushes, past the reeds Past the marshes, weaving weeds
...and the crowns of the seven kings, and the rods of the five wizards... South away! South away now! Far away seek the sunlight and the day.
Hail, Eomir, king of the mark. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |