Silent and bright, the stars watch over
My suffering. The light of Eärendil glitters
In the night for the stars are mute.
Colder than ice, how can they offer
Any hope? Silent and bright…
The stars watch over my suffering.
I am crushed by the weight of darkness,
And my heart falls to dead ashes.
Where are the souls of those who have
Departed ahead of us? Colder than ice.
How can they offer any hope? Silent
And bright the stars
Watch over my
As the light
Of Eärendil glitters
In the night.