[ti:Namarie]
[ar:Ainulindale]
[al:]
[00:33.99]She runs, her cold feet caressing the grasss where she used to sit.
[01:01.97]And on the edge a path leads to the West,
[01:13.34]She knows it from long ago when the world was in its early days.
[01:53.90]Timeless a song that vanished in dream,
[02:06.32]As gold sand was made to torn to mud,
[02:15.59]Flooded by rivers of pain and cold streams of hate.
[04:06.82]She says "let it go, there is no need to fight"
[04:18.52]When she used to sing "Namariё"
[04:34.62]Floating to the edge, where a path leads to the west,
[04:45.76]She was made to turn to dust,
[04:56.00]Wounded by words of hate and the void that took hold of our souls.