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Words by Philippa Boyens,
translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo,
music by Howard Shore
Old English (Rohirric)
Heo næfre wacode dægred
To bisig mid dægeweorcum
Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung
Þonne nihtciele creap geond moras
And on þære hwile
Heo dreag þa losinga
Ealra þinga þe heo forleas.
Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende
Heo ne cuðe hire heortan lust.
'She never watched the morning rising,
Too busy with the day's first chores,
But oft she would watch the sun's fading,
As the cold of night crept across the moors.
And in that moment
She felt the loss
Of everything that had been missed.
So used to feeling the spirit sink,
She had not felt her own heart's wish.
