Lórien, secret of the elves Hidden kingdom of wisdom and peace Longing songs from beyond the sea To no mortal ever revealed
Oh galadriel, glorious queen Be our guide, our light in the dark Oh celeborn, lord of the woods Be the host to our mortal tears
Lothlórien of the golden trees Lothlórien, shall you heal our wounds Lothlórien of the gentle breeze Lothlórien, in your halls so fair? (in your halls please, shelter us!)
Gandalf gave his life and saves The fellowship So they came to lórien Eight without ninth...
And the lady rose then mighty In the night, under the stars In her mirror's waters - deep and dark - Frodo saw... the eye
The lady caught the light Of the eve-star in her hand Elbereth on that ring And a secret is revealed
Tall and pale stood the queen, Powerful enough to take the one
From the bearer's hands
A small frodo offered the queen: "take the ring, you're fearless and wise" She laughed then, eager for the one As she felt the lust in her heart
But the queen of terrible height Turned to a simple sad lady there As she won the battle inside Thus the bearer his burden kept
Lothlórien of the golden glare Lothlórien, who shall heal our wounds Lothlórien, mighty, proud and fair Lothlórien, when your time has gone?