Music of AinurCreate and sing!Your mind has wings from Music wroughtIn an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless HallWhat you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold The creatures small, and big and bold
Heavenly DanceAnorArien's flamein bright glory risesblind towards all but her dutycold SunIthilTilion's lovepursues her through darknessthe lunatic devotion offull Moon
Eala EarendelSleep, my child...Close your eyes under the blanket of nightA little longerA little more timeUntil you know how unfair the fate has been to youUntil you know what time you have been born intoSleep, my child...In sweet ignorance of dreamsJust for a while longer you can beLike the Lords of the West who do not careFor you, for usFor your unfair fateSleep, my child,And please...Do not be angry at meFor bringing you into this dark worldWhere hope is far and future dimmedBy the black wings of smokeFrom Thangorodrim***Look, my child!A new star is rising!Sailing on the waves of skyGil-EstelA holy flameA spark to ignite new hope for tomorrowThey did not forget...Éala Éarendel engla beorhtast Ofer middangeard monnum sended!
RochallorLike blue ice a flamein darkness shone desperateHorse returned aloneOn green grass faithful steed diedheart-broken mourning his lord
Eagles of ManweFrom the thought of Manwë and from the free skySong of soaring heavenly space far and highEagles were born, majestic wings and free cryStar shining brightlyNests in clouds and all-seeing eyes that can pierceShrouds of shadow, attack it with talons fierceEagles’ song sounds, knowing no darkness and fearsThorondor mightyWorld is reshaped, cry of the eagles still soundsMountaintops white - Gwaihir Windlord there soarsDid not forget Manwë the sorrows and tearsMiddle-earth's Children