Nenya

Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
Wrought of star-fire!

Makers of all things fair under the sky!
Bearers of the silver flame that never dies!
Mirrors of all things [bad word] whenever they lie!
Wrought of star-fire!

The strange light of the elven night shines on their faces
charmed breeze from the elven [bad word] the grasses
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
Wrought of star-fire!

The light of the lady is on the land
Fear the starlight hand!

They are strangers from afar seen by the holy!
They bring secrets of the stars to the lost and the lowly!
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky!
Wrought of star-fire!

I’ve seen them in the darkest night
They are the makers of the light
Through wind and rain and storm they call me home.

Ella kom ye la! I cried unto these ones
I’ve wandered through the dark so long!
I’ve waited through the night for the rising sun!

They cried “We who of the earth are born
Will lead you through the healing storm,
It’s time to follow the path of the ancient ones!”

It’s sunrise and high tide!
In the blue endless space my eyes open wide
There’s a land I can see!
There’s a land I can see!
There’s a land I can see!