About "Elven Tears" album:
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"Elven Tears" by Rivendell, which was released in 2003 and consists of 7 songs.
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay by night and day,
And inside dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled;
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
For ever blest, since here did lie
And here with lissom limbs did run
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
Form northern waste to southern hill
Through dragon-lair and hidden door
And darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,
With mortal and immortal folk,
With bird on bough and beast in den,
In their own secret tounges he spoke.
The Fall Of Finrod
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape
Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
The King's Triumph
Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall.
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The Song Of Eldamar
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
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