I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people who will see a world
that I shall never know
I sit beside the fire and think
Of older times that were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at my door
On high above the mists I came
A distant flame before the sun
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the nordlands waters run
In elder days and years of yore
1 | Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes |
2 | Old Mornings Dawn |
3 | Flammifer |
4 | Land of the Dead |
5 | Earthshine |
6 | Of Pale White Morns And Darkened Eves |
7 | Caradhras |
8 | Ashen Cold |
9 | Over Old Hills |
10 | Arcenstone |