Lo! Where your eyes can see,
Fields of green, pastures lush,
Silver streams and white peaks,
There my love sleeps.
Under willows of Entwash,
In midst of flowers red and gold
Gold his hair is, like steeds mane,
Eyes blue varder to the skies.
Under willows he sleeps,
With eyes wide open,
Staring to the sky,
But he does not see.
I close your eyes
My brave love,
Black arrows took you
And now you must go.
To the halls of forefathers,
Where thou shall not feel shame.
- song made by Faeswith -
(Written by player of Faeswith)
(screenshot of Entwash - all rights to LOTRO and TURBINE)
(screenshot of Entwash - all rights to LOTRO and TURBINE)
