I Amar Prestar Aen

The world has changed

What was to be is no more

It died before its birthing.


Han Mathon Ne Dor

I feel it in the land

The song that was is no more

It waits in silence.


I Amar Prestar Aen

The world has changed

Eyes that once opened in joy

Now shut tight in sorrow.


Han Mathon Ne Sûl

I feel it in the wind

That which once brought comfort

Blows ill from the wings of a Nazgûl.


I Amar Prestar Aen

The world has changed

What was to be is no more

It died before its birthing.

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This is not a copy of Galadriel's words at the opening of Fellowship of the Ring. Parts of it are the taken from that, but I went in somewhat of another direction with other parts of it. I think of it as what the average person might be feeling as the darkness grows over the land.