Текст песни Анарион - Тирион

Nor Himring free in a crown of cold winds
Nor Himlad, land of green hills,
Neither Targelion nor Lake Helevorn,
No, nothing on earth compares to him.

When you melt water
You scoop it in the palm of your hand, over the water,
You will remember Tyrion the sentry
And there are no barriers, as there is no way for you home

When you melt water
You scoop it in the palm of your hand, over the water
Oh shine of silver, oh for days,
My sacred walls are made of white stones.

And we will never return to the lost city
But there will be one for the great army,
And when he comes, let him say for everyone
Which I could not tell.

When you melt water
You scoop it in the palm of your hand, over the water,
You will remember Tyrion the sentry
And there are no barriers, as there is no way for you home.

When you melt water
You scoop it in the palm of your hand, over the water
Oh shine of silver, oh for days,
My sacred walls are made of white stones.