The mountains have fallen,
The rivers are bare;
The kingdoms of men
Are all that stand there.
Cut down are the trees,
The thickets, the woods;
No birds that would sing
Where forests once stood.

O, where are the songs
Of Heroes long ago?
When mountains were strong
And rivers would flow?
The Sun would shine
With glory and light;
The Moon's glow refined
In the darkest of night.
The laughter of Elves
Was the greatest of bliss;
It replaced where gloom dwelled
With love and happiness.

But the Elves have departed,
Along with their songs;
The world seems dead
With their joyous music gone.
Yet still shadows conquer;
The mighty swords broken;
But shadows will wither
When these words are spoken:

Remember the songs
That Elves had one sang;
Of rivers so long,
And silver bells that rang,
Flowers that bloomed
Under the Sun,
And at night was the Moon
With the stars that we love.

Remember the songs
With Heroes so brave,
And Evil so wrong
That those Heroes would slay.
Dragons had cowered,
Goblins would die;
The swords had power;
Evil was petrified.

Remember the fairies,
Remember the tales;
When Nature was merry,
And love never failed.
As we long for glory,
For magic, for truth;
Remember the end of the story
Rests only in you.