"Hear my words..."

((Screenshot from Skyrim, which belongs to Bethesda.))

Winter goes on and slow

The moon sails high and low

The breeze and winds blow...

Where this foreign land goes

I do not know

Grass and herb alike

Hear my words

O river and lake

give me warnings when I need them!

Ill runs thick in this land...

Many banned...

Like amount of sand...

I feel it in my hands...

Orc, men,

and Uruk dens

Beast and bird many

Hear my words...

O great eaves

share your knowledge with me!

Will an outcast such as me

find dwelling in the trees

survey my enemy oversea...

or be forced to flee?

Once fled...

and looked ahead...