Well,of those that sailed the silver ships
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From Andil-ar I am the last.
And, the deeds that rang our youthful dreams
It seems shall go undone.
Ah, north for the shores of Valinor
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Our bows in crimson, sails were made
Our captains were strong, our lances long
And our liege the Holy King.
Well, the hills did turn from green to blue,
and vanish as on the decks we watched
But every thought in that noble company
was forward bound.
To the lifeless plains of Valinor,
where reigns the dark and frozen One.
And with tongues of fire and glorious eyes
We pledged our mission be.
Aw, the climb from mild to bitter ran
and the winds from fair to fierce did blow.
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts
Of homes left far behind.
And Longed every man for some glimpse of land
And the host that did await us there.
Aw, but each new day brought only a sea
And sky of ice and gray
Thanks give no word can drag you through
Those endless weeks our ships did roll
Thanks give you cannot see those sails
And faces bleach and draw
Ice we drank and leather did chew
For the oceans are unwholesome there
The dead that slid into the seas
Did freeze before our eyes.
Then a wind did fling the ships apart
Each one to go her separate way.
And, the sky did howl, the hull did groan
For how long I do not know.
And what men were left when the winds had ceased
Grew dull and low of countenance.
For soldiers denied his battle plain
On comrades soon must turn
So one by one we died alone
Some by hunger, some by steel.
And bodies froze where they did fall
Their souls unsanctified.
Until only another and I were left
Then just before his flame did fail.
We were shone ourselves brothers-in-arms
To serve the holy king
Now, perhaps this shall reach Andilar
Although I know not how it can.
For once again hes hurled his wind
Upon the silver prow.
But if it should my words are these
Arise young men fine ships to build.
And set them north for Valinor
beneath standards proud as fire